![]() Nor had this, really, but it was a step toward being the friend she wanted to be. The sapling of a pear tree Catra had stumbled across in the whispering woods offering the perfect exchange for words that still got tangled on her tongue. A sentiment she’d found hard to communicate at first, until Adora had lightheartedly prompted the concept of a gift. A gentle touch and the occasional lightning storm had let the memory of what the land had once been flourish again.Ĭatra was happy for them. Scorpia was talking, something about how she and Perfuma had been bringing green back to the last reaches of the Fright Zone. After being dragged away by little hands and the pleads of the younger royals to let She-Ra come out and play, Catra had been left rolling her eyes, but smiling despite it, standing by the rest of their friends. These things had become bearable over the years, fun even, but the quietness here was giving her the lull she needed before stepping back into it again.Īdora had left her alone, but not lonely. Conversation and colour seeping into almost every polished alcove and hidden nook as Catra stepped around the edge of the party. It was a less than ideal time when she finally, unquestionably, figured that out.īrightmoon’s ballroom was humming. Catra was engaged to a celestial being that could defy the stubbornness of gravity on a whim - what was bending a few guidelines of biology when compared to that? ![]() But Catra knew enough to be confident that this was a brand of accident she’d never have to worry about.ĭating She-Ra had never been tapped into that equation. RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND WHISKERS ON KITTENS FULLThere was, perhaps, some trouble and technicality to explaining reproductive biology to a room full of adolescents that didn't all share the same species name. ![]() Sure, it wasn’t unfair to describe the Horde's teaching of these things to be lacking. They’d stopped toppling her onto the ground though, so there was that at least.īut the idea of her and Adora having a family always seemed theoretical at best, and not something that would just happen without a significant amount of wanting it to. As an inevitability of their heights, that often meant Melog’s face ended up lovingly smushed against her abdomen. And Melog seemed to agree with that interpretation the alien cat had been overbearingly affectionate lately, bumping the greeting of their forehead into Catra whenever the opportunity arose. Stupid ears.Īdora, bless her, had described Catra as being extra cuddly now. Turned out that letting go of all her feral traits had remodelled her into something to be adored. She’d desperately hoped all that fawning would begin and end with Bow. The phrase ‘house cat’ had been whispered by those who’d assumed she could not hear - there had never been anything taunting about their voices, just endearment. RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND WHISKERS ON KITTENS FREEFree from restrictions, and with time to relax the enforcements in her own mind, there had been consequences, naturally. Growing up under the hard-handed constraints of rations, purposefully only ever a few days away from starving as a form of punishment could do that to a person. And it wasn’t like anyone else had noticed any substantial clues either. ![]() Innocent enough things that Catra felt no need to dethrone Kyle for the biggest, gayest idiot on the planet award. ![]()
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