[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]The past few days had been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster for Cake, and she was still struggling to grasp for answers. For a little while after Duskmire had attacked the feline, she began to fear. Everyone for a moment, saw her for what she truly was; weak. The confident, egotistic female was very unskilled, and deep down hid the insecurities she held against herself. Her over the top personality was a mask for her true feelings, and she did not want that illusion to be broken again. She began to punch her self back into shape mentally, demanding to herself not to give up so easily and prove she was just as incredible as she tried to make herself out to be. However, this involved finding someone to train her and push her to work hard, and she was willing to accept any offer thrown her way. Sitting in camp and thinking of her plans as she basked up the beautiful sunny weather, Cake watched everyone come and go around camp silently, turning her head every so often to hide the more then obvious scar on her face from everyone else.