They go into the forest. Deep, deep into the forest. They run until the weirdly brown canopy of the trees becomes thick enough to black out the sky, and then they climb; Catra's claws slicing deep and careless into the trunks and branches as she throws herself from one to the other, moving up and sideways and up and around, until she breaches the overgrowth and sucks in a deep breath, surrounded on all sides by nothing but leaves and sky.
Her muscles tremble with the fading adrenaline but she refuses to let it go, curling her toes and fingers and gripping with excessive force to the tree. Bark presses into the cuts on her palm, and she'll have to clean it out later but for now she braces on the pain. It would've been better if she could have fought something (Adam), if she could have lashed out and expressed her feelings as rage.
Melog shimmers back into existence next to her, perched lightly above the trees, and trills. Their colour is purple, slowly fading back into a mottled blue.
"I don't know," she rasps quietly in response. Why did she get so mad? --Her heart hurts when she thinks about it.
Adora comes crashing through before long, her voice echoing from way below them. Catra's tail snakes, and she feels... well, ashamed. Guilty. She can't deal with that right now, so she leaves again; darting across branches to get away. Melog mewls reproachfully at her, staying put to stare down at Adora for a good long moment before finally following her.
Melog's right, and she should go back and talk to Adora, but it's still hard. It's hard to face the things she does wrong and it's hard to admit she feels bad about them. If she talks to Adora now, all she might end up doing is throwing everything they've worked for back in Adora's face. (And, she realizes as her stomach twists, she's worried that maybe that's what Adora's followed her to do. Now that she has a family, now that Catra's demonstrated just how unstable she is compared to them--)
She has to pull up short on a jump when Melog flashes in front of her with a growl, and she's not so graceful when her hands slip off the branch and she tumbles down a few with a loud and panicked yelp before catching herself halfway down to the forest floor, tail lashing and chest heaving. It's a moment before her leg rises up, the claws of her toes digging in to the branch, and she hoists herself up with a growl of annoyance that does not deter Melog's intent stare at all.
Their battle of wills is interrupted when the branch Catra's standing on shakes, and then moves - and then groans, and starts to rise. An unwilling shiver runs down her spine, her hair rising and ears flattening; and when Catra turns, there is one big, angry eye staring at her.
Well, she'd wanted a fight. And it looks like she's started one, by landing on and scratching up some creature's large tree-like nose.
---Not two seconds later and she's leaping back through the trees, desperately trying to outright the giant creature, heading straight back to Adora with its heavy footsteps shaking the ground with every step. There are a few more yelps and cries of surprise as the shaking jostles her landings, and a rather undignified screech when she falls down a few more feet after one collapses under her; but all in all, she's doing pretty well. You know. All things considered.
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Her muscles tremble with the fading adrenaline but she refuses to let it go, curling her toes and fingers and gripping with excessive force to the tree. Bark presses into the cuts on her palm, and she'll have to clean it out later but for now she braces on the pain. It would've been better if she could have fought something (Adam), if she could have lashed out and expressed her feelings as rage.
Melog shimmers back into existence next to her, perched lightly above the trees, and trills. Their colour is purple, slowly fading back into a mottled blue.
"I don't know," she rasps quietly in response. Why did she get so mad? --Her heart hurts when she thinks about it.
Adora comes crashing through before long, her voice echoing from way below them. Catra's tail snakes, and she feels... well, ashamed. Guilty. She can't deal with that right now, so she leaves again; darting across branches to get away. Melog mewls reproachfully at her, staying put to stare down at Adora for a good long moment before finally following her.
Melog's right, and she should go back and talk to Adora, but it's still hard. It's hard to face the things she does wrong and it's hard to admit she feels bad about them. If she talks to Adora now, all she might end up doing is throwing everything they've worked for back in Adora's face. (And, she realizes as her stomach twists, she's worried that maybe that's what Adora's followed her to do. Now that she has a family, now that Catra's demonstrated just how unstable she is compared to them--)
She has to pull up short on a jump when Melog flashes in front of her with a growl, and she's not so graceful when her hands slip off the branch and she tumbles down a few with a loud and panicked yelp before catching herself halfway down to the forest floor, tail lashing and chest heaving. It's a moment before her leg rises up, the claws of her toes digging in to the branch, and she hoists herself up with a growl of annoyance that does not deter Melog's intent stare at all.
Their battle of wills is interrupted when the branch Catra's standing on shakes, and then moves - and then groans, and starts to rise. An unwilling shiver runs down her spine, her hair rising and ears flattening; and when Catra turns, there is one big, angry eye staring at her.
Well, she'd wanted a fight. And it looks like she's started one, by landing on and scratching up some creature's large tree-like nose.
---Not two seconds later and she's leaping back through the trees, desperately trying to outright the giant creature, heading straight back to Adora with its heavy footsteps shaking the ground with every step. There are a few more yelps and cries of surprise as the shaking jostles her landings, and a rather undignified screech when she falls down a few more feet after one collapses under her; but all in all, she's doing pretty well. You know. All things considered.