Forevermore [Solo]

Ashfall had limped out of camp early that morning, a gentle rain falling from the clouds above. It was humid and sticky, and all she could feel was her pelt sticking to her skin. Greenleaf truly was terrible. There had been a purpose to this alone time, however. It had taken until it rained for her to even work up the courage to do it. She finally had to look at herself again. See the scars that she was left, just how badly she had been maimed. Ashfall had never been a vain cat, but she needed to see what she looked like now.

So she trekked through the territory, looking in every dip, every crevice, for a forming pool. It took a while, Windclan land was so flat after all, and she didn't want to even get close to the gorge. Yet eventually, with her white paws turning muddy, she found one, a pool deep enough for a reflection. Ashfall leaned over, looking into it. The area near her lost eye was mangled, even the eye had taken on a ghostly, murky white appearance. The ear was completely gone too, having healed together well enough to not have massive shredding. Then that cat who had struck her when retreating had left a scar on her nose bridge, much less visible than the rest. She was surprised that kits didn't run off when they saw her eye, it was reminiscent of the dead and dying, strange and clouded, unseeing.

"Suppose I won't be finding anyone who likes me for my looks anytime soon..." Ashfall murmured, turning from her reflection back to the territory. She stood there a moment, looking over it before making her way back to camp. At least she knew what she was now, why kits might shrink back into the nursery if they didn't understand why she looked the way she did. It saddened her to think that, but she'd never tell anyone how she felt anyway. She had to be strong for everyone else, no matter what.