Tina, I never got to meet you but I’m sorry you died at such a young age. I hope you’re doing well in heaven and I can’t wait to meet you there!

-SunnyFox57

Oh, yikes!! I’ll be praying for you, Tina. I’m really sorry that had to happen to you at such a young age!

Hoping that it gets better. D:

- President Loki

Hey guys. I had a seizure on Friday the fourth. I don’t remember anything really. My friends said I started speaking gibberish, I walked around in circles, and then passed out. I just remembered felling drowsy then waking up in the hospital. I have to take a new medicine for it and it tastes terrible. But that happened. I’m scared guys. I’m only twelve.

#FF4L,

A slightly terrified Tina

I am sorry for what happened. I never got the chance to know or talk to you Tina but I hope you rest well. Best of wishes to your family. I don't believe in heaven but I hope you are okay up there.

Ben

*lays flower on grave*

Rest In Peace, Tina.

Songwriter

Looks cool on metal stuff,guns, and bows

The Destiny of Frost, Introduction

….

The moon was high on a night colder than ice…

When the chosen one breathed his first breath.

He brought hope among the land, hope of a rebellion and peace…

But that hope was destroyed.

The evil one spread her hand that night, and slaughtered all the guardians of the elements. Then the land fell to her shadow, and all hope had left the ones who believed in a brighter future.

But the chosen one was hidden away. Hidden away until the next moon of the North Winds…

This is the start of my new story! I’ll post in silver and this dye where the next part is. This was the intro.

#FF4L,

Tina originals 😁

I love this dye for my gates and door frames, always know right where to enter and exit my compound.

Hello it’s me, X-23. I think there is someone impersonating me so I’m changing my name from X-23 to “Sunnyfox57”. Also check out my story “A hyena’s scars” in hyenadon and my story “jerboa travels” that starts in griffin. I just wanted to let y’all know.

-Sunnyfox57.

*places flower and peach cobbler on grave* lost but not forgotten, fly high -Harpocrates