Disclaimer: The concept, characters, and any other recognisable things from the book aren't mine. If they were, I'd write a purely Brightheart/Cloudtail side story.
(A/N: In case you didn't read the dicription, it's a series of short Cloudpaw/tail and Brightpaw/Lostface/Brightheart stories, because this couple is way too underapreciated)
Scars. Scars meant old toms, beaten and wounded by the battles of long-ago moons, revealing their bravery through torn ears and broken tails. Their scarred faces are their trophies, something to be proud of.
She didn't have those kinds of scars.
Her scars meant an ugly name, though now forgotten by most, which left her broken in more ways than one. It meant his own mother staring in horror at her; it meant she could never be a full warrior, no matter how hard she tried.
But she was still beautiful.
Her dappled fur that glowed in the sunlight and felt soft to the touch, it still remained. Her bright smile and friendly words that was her namesake and her salvation, it still remained.
"You're beautiful you know. It doesn't really matter." He said. She purred in her melodic voice, a pure and simple thing that meant she loved him, and him her.
"I know." She mewed, softly and hopefully, as the sunset tinted her white and ginger fur a beautiful mix of amber and cinnamon. And even as the sun disappeared, and the light diminished, he could hear her silent breath, and picture her hopeful face. Yes, her scars meant bravery too, but of a different kind. A beautiful kind.
(A/N Whew. I know, I know, It's short, but I'm planning on doing more chapters, and ideas on subjects are apreciated, even if it's a one word idea.)