~Thrushy~

So,, after some thought, I've decided to make a new account. I'll still be active on this one occasionally, but it's time to move on a little. c: I'll post the username once I'm done creating the account.

I've been gone for such a long time. And for that I'm so so so sorry!! There's a lot going on recently, and I'm trying to figure it all out, on top of beginning the last semester of my Junior year. I promise I'll be more active soon. I love you guys, and I'll keep you posted. <3

If I were to make a Warriors rp on Discord, who would be interested in joining?

@Thrushheart_
          
          a message to all the people who comment on her message board; i claim thrushy as mine and mine only. she is my new wife and no one can tell me otherwise.
          
          so, anybody who even thinks of challenging my claim on her, you've got another thing coming. ILYSM THRUSH & I HOPE YOU CAN ACCEPT MY TERMS.
          
          [[ lmao i'm the worst spokesperson in the world bro ]]

just poppin' in to say ilysm!! i hope your day is amazing, you freaking adorable human ♡

Holy hell! Never thought I would ever see the day I turned 16 years old. Yeesh. Old enough to drive, and that’s about it. Not nearly as exciting as I had hope, but the day is still young. I’ll keep y’all posted. 

raintuft sat near the edge of the river, staring at her reflection. she looked at herself for a while before sighing, placing one of her paws into the water. the dark blue-grey cat didn't shiver at its coldness, the white bridge of her nose scrunched up, stopping herself from doing so. she hated being weak, and shivering like a little kit didn't help. taking a few more steps in, she stared down at the smooth, yet jagged stones. the white spots of her pelt seemed to glow softly in the moonlight, and for her pelt and blue eyes, she was seen as pretty, though she was more of a silent cat, only using her eyes and expressions to speak. because of this, she was seen as being mute, though she was not, as her mother claimed as raintuft was rainkit.
          
          a smile came on her face, though it faded. the otterclanner wasn't here to have fun. her webbed paws continued to take tender, soft steps among the rocks, not wanting to scar her already cracked pads. she had walked a great deal to get to moorclan territory, just at the skirts of it (sorry i have no idea but just go with it?) and the otterclan border. she continued, until she was chin-deep in. by then, she leaned her head up, noticing silverpelt. it was clouding, as if trying to stop her. but it didn't. at this moment, nothing could stop raintuft.
          
          kicking her legs, she forced herself underwater. though her clan was cats who swim and do water combat, she was always scared of it. but now, it was soothing. she opened her mouth, letting the air go out of her, bubbles floating up into the water's top. she closed her eyes, feeling the water start to fill up her lungs.
          
          it was dark, and silent. almost peaceful to raintuft, like her soon death shall be, as well.

Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head
          I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead
          And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead
          But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them
          If you only listen with your ears I can't get in
          And I spent my evenings pullin' stars out of the sky
          And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie
          And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives
          And I would dress myself up in them through the night
          While my folks would sleep in separate beds and wonder why
          And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair
          My dad considered me a cross he had to bear
          And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare
          As my mom would hang the clothes across the line
          And she would try to keep the empty from her eyes
          So, then one afternoon I dressed myself alone
          I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned
          And in my head I said goodbye, then I was gone
          And I set out on the heels of the unknown
          So my folks could have a new life of their own
          So that maybe I could find someone
          Who could hear the only words that I'd known
          
          - The Mute // Radical Face 
          
          
          I have a thing called Selective Mutism.  It means sometimes I just..  Stop talking.  It can happen anywhere at anytime.  And if this happens whilst I'm talking to you (verbally) please don't think it's something wrong with you. Really, it's more like a self-defense mechanism. So I don't say something stupid.  I really like this song,  and maybe you'll give it a listen sometime? 
          
          

When you make a character who’s intended to be there simply for plot and character development but then you get attached and you end up scrapping the originals plans which included them dying—

omg your background-
          
          m y  f e e l i n g s-