User blog:Manglefox9846/Thunderheart's story part 1

The first thing I remember... warmth. A warm bed. A pony whispering things to me. Nice things. Happy things. The things that would later keep me the only levelheaded tie between my sisters. Stories of the sun and the moon and the clouds and the beasts that aren't beastly, all these stories of love would later form my cutie mark. A baby swaddled in silken blankets. Me. Thunderheart. My mother and fathers names combined to make... me.