Wounded and Alone.... [Closed]

[Hazelstar]

Kayalee crashed through the bushes, and laid down near the river. She submerged herself almost fully in the water. Pain eased from her scratches and teeth marks. Kayalee was very proud of herself, and that her flightiness hadn't kicked in at a bad moment. The river ran slightly pink in areas, she didn't know if it was flowing towards the dastardly Cult or away from it. One thing was for sure, she knew that Apani was wrong, violence is never the answer for anything. She felt sorry for the other members of the Cult, including the males, especially the males. She didn't understand how they could base supremacy over a single gender. Kayalee's gaze was quickly obscured and she dunked her head in the water repeatedly. She rose painfully to her paws and padded into the river to a large, flat rock. She laid down, her bloodstained silver fur was torn in some places, but it added to Kayalee's strength. For as she had said in her speech to the Cult, no not just to Apani, it was directed to the entire cult. You grow in life through pain, pain makes you stronger. Kayalee would always be stronger then Apani, because Kayalee wasn't afraid to get hurt to stand up for herself. She held her head to the sun, her eyes shut from the glare. Wind rippled through her pelt, her wounds stung but they were her trophies. They were her strength. Kayalee lived through her suffering, that's what made her stronger then most others. She wasn't afraid.