Figured you guys need this, also, can someone catch me up on what's happening? Sorry, I haven't been active on this lately. Last comment from part 8- Bumbleberry: "Marlcloud! What is the noise?!" He shouted scared

Well, hello, everyone. It seems like it's been a while. I never made a complete "I'm leaving" post like some of us (gives Echo and Brightberry threatening looks) but I think it's worth mentioning that I'm back. I don't really know why I left. The increased workload of high school is certainly part of it, but I don't think that was even close to the whole thing. I mean, I have a study hall – that's when I'm writing this – so why not take advantage of it? I think I left partly due to how many people already were doing so, and it hurt to be reminded of the fact that they were gone. I may have also left because I thought the site was a bit juvenile. Which, really, it is. But that shouldn't mean I can't like it – who governs what I like? I do. I'm not proud of the fact that I left because I thought I "shouldn't" like it anymore. But regardless of why I left, in the time I was gone, I had some time to think. Yes, the majority of that thinking was directed at the fact that quadratic equations are facetious and infuriating, but that wasn't all of it. The other part of my headspace was directed, roughly, in this direction: Who am I? We see the question all the time in those biographies that make the people look like bobblehead dolls on the covers, but it can't always be answered with facts. Our age, our hair color, our height... those are aspects of us, not all of who or what we are. And they can be answered quickly. Fourteen, light brown, 5' 4"... simple question, simple answer. The questions that aren't answered with facts, however, are objectively more important. What do I want to be doing? How am I feeling right now? Who am I attracted to? How am I viewed by my peers – and how do I let that view affect me? The answers to these questions may take a post longer than this one already is to answer – and they change. It's baffling, maddening at times, and somehow intrinsically wonderful. We are exactly who we are. That can change. We have bad days, old friends, new hobbies, bad habits. We may not know exactly who we are, but finding out is what life is. Go live it.

Ever since the legendary Star past on to golden meadow, a new dire era arose in Anok many seasons later. A new evil over-stallion reined in Mountain Herd; trying to take control over all the territories of Anok. Pegasi began to form new herds descending from each of the original ones. And Tundra Herd was one of them; descending from Mountain Herd, Desert Herd, and Snow Herd, they formed together a very small colony of three hundred; and moved to a unclaimed territory that became their home of the snow. Decades later; the small herd developed into a normal size of one thousand; yet small compared to their neighbors. Each of the territories face nervous days of possible sieges from Mountain Herd; but these tough and well developed steeds of the north stand their ground as the democracy of the evil herd gradually grows. (Like the Roman Empire.) (WELL? LET'S BEGIN!!!!) Froststone: The handsome young stallion let the southern winds untangle his ratty mane from flying in the high altitudes by himself. As Froststone gazed south, he could see a herd of caribou tearing up grass beneath the snow with their hooves. He sighed with contentment, his deep chest expanded as his gratefulness increased as he gazed upon his grazing herd. Froststone couldn't help loving each of the pegasi that lived with him in the same territory. The two year old raised his wings and flared them; listening to the wind rustle through his feathers, delight tickled his belly. He stood shin deep in snow, not moving; but continued to gaze on toward the setting sun beyond him among the mountains.