[goddess of ducks]

@fenic!
Forest padded warily into the den. She paws scraped the ground, her Ebony tail dragged along the ground behind her. Blood trickled down the side of her cheek. Overall, the small black and cream striped she cat look terrible. Her black pelt was covered in dust and dirt, a result from her squall with the apprentices. Her pastel green hues were duller than they usually were and lacked the light of adventure they normally held. As she trudged in, she stopped short, her eyes scanning the den, in search of some assistance. She had never had to come into this den in particular before, but now that she saw it, she was quite glad she wasn't going to be a healer. It looked small, smelled terrible and stank of blood, infection and disease as well, but the pungent herbs did a decent job of overpowering that. On her way back she had managed to stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks, but the evidence of tears remained. The black fur on the sides of her nose and down her cheek were wet and slightly crusty from her emotional session. Luckily for her, the water streaks weren't as visible in the dark cavern. She still sniffles everyonce in a while, but she attempted to suppress them as best she could. Before stepping further inside, she cast one doubtful glance behind her. She hadn't spoken to either of her parents, and it was only a few hours of her ceremony. Did she really want to go running back to Sorrel and Singe now?