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Thumbnail entry I did 💛

Aries memes, he’s either laughing at you or wants to commit a crime

Mr. Blackstar thumbnail entry

Sad Mistyfoot

Onestar

Withered’Stalk #warriorcats #smallartist #opencommissions

Fanart from a warrior cats roleplay I’m in. RavenStar the leader of CanyonClan and the retired medicine cat Metal’Growl

Traditional art of Future Leonardo from rottmnt #rottmnt #FLeonardo #traditionalart #fanart

Rottmnt pride profile pictures! Free to use with credit #rottmnt #pride

Mystic mojo! Still trying to find my rottmnt art style #smallartist #rottmnt

Alderheart! #warriorcats #smallartist #traditionalart

Eatherealkit - Commission for Egg #warriorcats #commission #fanart

Mudclaw #smallartist #warriorcats #windclan #opencommissions

Leopardstar learns that her choices have consequences

Art commissions for Gen! For the first time doing this pattern I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s making me dizzy just looking at it-

zoom in to see leo’s eye bags in 3-D!

also i kinda mashed a bunch of headcanons into this one but it’s my sleepover and i get to alter canon

The funniest thing I’ve seen all day.

The 2003 turtles can’t retract

I am a Girl

By FrogEatsEverything

I gaze up at the midnight sky, the look of the stars and the patterns they make, allow my soul to mellow out.

For once in my life I feel free, like there is no one to see me cry or laugh or curse up a storm. So here I stay so I can mourn.

Mourn what I do not know.

The sound of nature calms my nerves, my body relaxing on its own, as I am content with staying away from home.

I open my eyes, not noticing when they close, but I am obviously unaware.

My hand sank into the grass, twitching with every touch of blade. But I don’t mind, as long as I can let my heavy burden slip off my shoulders.

I’m glad I am at peace, for there is no need to carry my guilt.

I am free, yet I’m still trapped and can’t find the key.

Even when I run away from the nightmare that is my everyday terror, I know I cannot stay here forever.

I can already feel the pull on my body, trying to drag me through the ground.

Exposing me to the dangers that I must face.

Tears fell down my face, the once peaceful silence now shuddered.

The moon crumbles, I no longer feel the grass with my hand, I can no longer see this blissful land.

The black dots that seep into my vision cause panic to swell in my throat.

My chest tightens as the stars turns into eyes, staring down at me.

Their gaze burns my skin, I clenched my eyes close.

My fingernails dip into the delicate skin of my palms.

Teeth clenched to force back sobs, my remaining hand coming to guard my mouth.

My body violently shudders, my form trembling yet there’s no movement on the ground.

I continue to try to control my cries, pressure wrapping itself on my limbs. Tugging me as if I was a puppet.

The puppeteer controls my strings, forcing me to act normal, I can’t let them know.

I can’t let them know

I can’t let them know

I Can’t Let Them Know!

The voices tell me, arguing with each other on how I should react.

I’m tired of staying quiet, I open my mouth and let out a scream.

Only, there was no noise that came from my throat, not a single peep.

The voices were dead silent…

I lifted my head, my eyes opening as the shadows of my room crawled on top of me.

I find slight comfort and despair that I am back home, glad that my puppeteer loosely held onto me.

They were just that, strings, not the chain that used to hold me down.

I feel tired, a wave of empty exhaustion slamming into my body.

I drop my head back onto my pillows, looking through my scattered thoughts.

How did I get here?

Why was I in my room?

Why am I crying?

I question, lifting up a hand to rub at my face.

I put my hand back down, pulling it to my chest as paranoia strikes itself into my brain.

I look around my room one more time, freezing when I spot a mirror hanging on my door.

I shift on my bed, eyes widening as I look at the person the mirror projects.

It was a stranger, I was sure of it.

It had brown bloodshot eyes and short blue hair.

No that was not what made me think that this was an imposter, no it was the empty shine in their eyes.

Eyes that were supposed to show joy and happiness.

Shine as the brown hues sparkle with life.

This wasn’t me, it was just a default mode that I can change into.

That’s right, I’m still alive, I should be happy!

A small smile forced its way on my lips, eyes straining with the effort to look normal.

There, much better, I thought.

There in that moment was someone who wasn’t lonely and dying inside.

There was the perfect image of a person that a mother would be proud to call her daughter.

Daughter

That’s right she is a girl, her name doesn’t come to her, a twisted ugly sensation filled her gut at the thought.

She was a girl, she had to be one, her mom said so, and parents are always right.

But it didn’t feel right.

And as I look in my reflection, I wonder if that person in the cracked shiny glass was me.

That I wasn’t okay, that I didn’t want to be a girl, that I felt suffocated being in the same house as that person who I was supposed to call mother.

Before I could figure out what was so wrong with me being a girl, the stars that I dreamed of popped into my head.

The wicked shine of their light bearing down on me.

No I couldn’t tell anyone, no one would listen, no one would care.

It didn’t matter what I felt, as long as I was the perfect daughter.

I fall back into bed, pulling the covers over my head.

I couldn’t continue to stare at that mirror, I didn’t want to know who was in that reflecting surface.

Because I don’t want to know who I am, for I will never be free.

I will never be able to cut my hair short, to do sports or even try to be someone I’m not supposed to be.

I am a girl.

I will never look at the star and feel free, not with their eyes judging her every decision.

I will continue to be this girl, the one who is happy.

The unhappy me has to disappear, for it is not real.

I am free, yet I am trapped inside of my mind. There will be no mistakes. For I am a

Girl.

My collection of my warrior cat Oc Withered’Stalk, he is a very intelligent tom who had a promising future until he turned to the dark forest. My big fluffy corrupt medicine cat

My thumbnail entry for the upcoming warrior cats Mistyfoot map!