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Catra inwardly cursed to herself. Nearly stumbling over a root, she growled, flicking branches and leaves out of her way. She practically fumed. Frustrated and mentally overloaded, she oversaw another root, her foot getting stuck. She gave a high-pitched yelp, falling.

"Catra!" The feline winced upon hearing the to her most familiar voice in the distance.

"Great…" she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Scrambling to her feet as quietly as possible, she winced again when pain shot up her leg. Hissing, she lifted her previously stuck foot off the ground. She looked from side to side, ears twitching. Adora was getting closer.

Carefully, she put her foot down, noticing it to hurt upon leaning on it with her weight. Frustration overcoming her, Catra wanted to cry out but refrained herself. Thinking quickly upon hearing rustling in the undergrowth, she decided a tree to be her best option, knowing Adora hardly ever found her if she hid well enough. After all, the Whispering Woods were huge and the chance of the fugitive sitting in that one tree were tiny.

One ear twitching in alarm, Catra noticed to have been too slow. Immediately, she ducked, creeping behind the chosen tree on all fours – at least three and a half.

"Catra?" Adora yelled, bursting through the bushes, carelessly pushing vines and leaves out of her way. Did she seriously believe her ex-best friend to just show up and gladly encounter her again? After having run away as quickly as possible just a few minutes ago?

"Catra?" Adora's voice started to fade as she passed the hiding place of the feline, noisily continuing her search. So naïve… Catra thought to herself, snorting. As close to the ground as possible, she snuck back out into the open, crawling between trees to follow the blonde, whom she knew was taking the potentially shortest route to the Fright Zone.

"Adora, I found her!" Catra jumped, yelping when a giant shouting shadow enclosed her. Eyes flashing about, she at last caught sight of what appeared to be a… horse? With wings. Flying through the sky.

"Of course, it had to be rainbow-coloured…" she mumbled with annoyance. She knew she would easily be spotted without the cover of trees.

"Catra!" Adora came running, sending a bolt across Catra's spine. She dashed off, falling immediately, cursing to her aching foot. Not that the previous blow of the reflected blast was not hurting her anymore but moving fast was a more urging threat to her freedom than overall well-being right now. If only she had an Air Cruiser!

Back on three limbs again, she crawled away. Adora's steps were closing in rapidly though and the feline thought she would not get any chance of fleeing up a tree when a low branch practically presented itself to her.

She leaped, clawing her way up and into the tree's crown. It was not too high but dense enough to hide her for now.

"Catra, I know you're up there, come on down!" Adora stepped in front of the tree, eyes searching the leaves for anything to give her target away. Seeing the blonde not to truly have found her, Catra decided to stay quiet, waiting, sitting on her tail to keep it from nervously twitching.

Adora gave an annoyed groan. She pouted, frowning into the foliage above her.

"I can perfectly see you," she bluffed, waiting. So did Catra. Both were too stubborn to admit their own lostness, but they knew each other too well. Catra was more persistent while Adora was more patient, giving both a hard time in keeping the pretence of success up. "I can see your claw marks; come on, Catra, I know you're there." Adora sighed disgruntled.

"I told you to- ah!" Catra's annoyance turned into a high-pitched screech when an arrow narrowly missed her head. Waving her arms for balance, she tumbled down onto the low branch, hitting the ground a second later. "Hey! You almost killed me, you- ah!" She yelped again, a net throwing her against the tree, trapping her.

Wild with panic and frustration, Catra hissed, noisily struggling against the rope.

"Catra, let me-"

"Get away from me!" Catra yelled at Adora, cutting through the net with her claws. She hurled it towards the approaching archer – one of those friends she had been so easily replaced by – ferociously whirling towards Adora. With an outcry, she threw herself onto the blonde, clawing at her. Adora fell backwards, both rolling across the dirt.

They squeaked upon crashing into a thorn bush, blindly tumbling down a hill. With a fierce screech, Catra pinned her ex-best friend to the ground.

"Stay away from me!" She scratched open the skin on Adora's arm, missing the next two blows when her wrists were being caught.

"Catra, stop!" Adora desperately tried, struggling to keep the feline from hurting her, as well as getting away. "You're still injured; at least let yourself heal,"
"I'm better off without you in any case!"

"Catra!" Adora's voice betrayed honest hurt and for a second, Catra's squirming lessened. Raking at her captured arms, she tried to at least get away and hide before the entire army was on her heels again. "Catra, please," Adora pleaded, eyes softening with more pain than Catra could stand. She squinted her eyes shut, frustratedly crying out while kicking into her childhood's friend's stomach, who promptly let go.

Running as best as she could without putting too much weight on her injured foot, she hobbled away.

"Catra,"

"Get a life, Adora," Catra hissed, trying hard to make it seem as if she was trying to walk away in a tauntingly slow manner instead of hiding a limp.

"It doesn't have to be this way," Adora caught up, grabbing the feline's wrist. Catra growled, stopping in order not to be discovered to be wounded. "Please, Catra, at least rest until you're really feeling better-"

"I'm fine!"

"Catra, you know how little they care about medical aid in the Fright Zone, this is madness,"

"Can you for once make sense and decide who's side you're on?!" Catra yelled, a shiver shaking her through when Adora answered by sliding her hand down into the previously clenched fist, entwining fingers.

"Yours, Catra," her voice lowered to an urgent whisper, "Always yours, if only you'd come with us!" She tried, frown intensifying up in being hissed at.

"You were never on my side, only the one that served you just right,"

"That's not true, and you know- Catra!" Adora gasped, being the last thing Catra heard before her loosing her senses to utter blackness.


With a thudding pain coming from the back of her head, Catra awoke. She felt every muscle, her body aching as if set on fire on the inside.

The first thing she noticed were voices. Hushed and urgent, clearly close by, yet hard to understand. Everything smelled different, but among all the new scents, Adora was definitely one of them. As was her voice, being the most pressing of them all. The other ones did not ring a bell.

Deciding to keep her eyes closed, Catra tried to remember what had happened last. Her mind was blank, images refusing to put themselves together, thoughts unwilling to grasp a sense of time and space. It was all there, yet for some reason, it was unavailable.

With a groan of both anxiety and frustration, Catra gave her consciousness away. At once, Adora's steps hurried towards the strangely soft bed, her scent filling the stuffy air around the feline. She in- and exhaled slowly, wondering where the punishment was. Punishment for getting into trouble, for pulling Adora into it, for causing inconvenience. They had gotten into trouble, right? Why was Shadow Weaver not calling Adora back yet?

"Catra!" Adora's shadow fell across Catra's face, changing what little light had been visible through closed eyelids.

Shadow Weaver had given a promotion.

"Catra, are you awake?" Adora asked, her hands coming to rest on Catra's arm, shaking it lightly.

A promotion to Force Captain.

"Catra-" Adora gasped softly when Catra opened her eyes. The Force Captain badge appeared before her inner eye.

"Adora…?" Catra blinked up at the worried frown of the blonde's face. Adora's shoulders sank in relief and she retreated, pulling a chair over to sit next to the bed. "Hey, wait," Catra grabbed Adora's arm, raking her back to cover the blinding light. With wide eyes, the girl stayed where she was ordered to be, a look of confusion and hope dawning over her.

"Are you okay, Catra?" She asked, tilting her head a little. She looked quite uncomfortable, leaning over half the bed, but that did not bother the feline in the slightest. She hardly noticed.

"I guess – is Shadow Weaver mad?" Catra asked, shrugging to pretend carefreeness. Her heart was pumping too fast for her liking, fearing the answer.

Adora seemed more than bewildered for a moment, her frown intensifying.

"I… guess, I mean, she's always mad, right?"

"Pff, only at me, though," Catra growled as she sat up, fresh pain zapping through her limbs and head. She rubbed her occiput, feeling a bump beneath her masses of hair. Something must have knocked her out. Or someone. She narrowed her eyes. Lonnie, probably…

"Does it still hurt?" Adora backed away again, watching the feline examine her head and then, upon spotting the bandage, her foot.

"Yeah. Which responsible idiot can I punch for it?" Catra snarled, almost playfully. Apart from feeling horrible from top to bottom, a constant throbbing of her body reminding her to have lost a fight, she was quite happy. She did not know why – and she was still upset about the promotion – but for some reason, that did not bother her at the moment. Adora seemed fine, if not a little confused, and they were even having a time out. Both of them. Together.

"Ehm, I don't think that's important right now," Adora said, awkwardly scratching her calf with her foot. She watched the feline pull her legs towards her, crossing them, poking at the injured foot she was able to bend up until her face. "Catra, are you really sure you're okay? Cause," she gave an uneasy laugh, "I'm kinda expecting you to jump at me any second…"

"Oh," Catra frowned shortly, a smirk spreading across her face, "You wanna tell me that you turned your back on me?" She gave an excited hiss, leaping to all fours. With a fake growl, she pushed off the bed, giggling when pinning Adora to the ground. "Now who's the Force Captain?" She yelled with triumph, a purr escaping her.

Now more confused than ever, Adora's eyes widened. Her eyes flashed to the side, but Catra was too busy keeping the blonde on the ground to notice.

"Uh… that would be you…"

"Urgh, Adora! You give up too easily!" Catra groaned, allowing Adora to sit up. Not giving up her spot on her best friend's knees, however, the feline proceeded to casually yawn as a replacement action. She was ready for any surprise attacks, though, the tip of her tail twitching in anticipation.

"Catra…" Adora narrowed her eyes, looking her counterpart up and down. Finally giving her unusual surroundings a scrutinising glance, Catra blinked at the strange figures near the door. They stared at her in disbelief, mistrust and hatred. Nothing new to her, would the two not be dressed so… colourfully. And, well, sparsely.

One of them – the guy – was not even covering his stomach, while the girl, who was insanely short and sort of sparkly in every way obviously felt the need to wear a cape instead of properly long trousers.

They exchanged glances with one another, occasionally even with Adora, who did not seem to be suspicious of the unknown people.

"Did we make prisoners?" Catra asked with uninterest in her voice, the fact of the two not being chained-up speaking for itself. They were not worth her time, not to mention the Force Captain's.

"Catra, don't you remember who they are?" Catra frowned, turning her attention back to the face directly in front of her.

"Should I?" She glanced at her nails, trying to appear overly tough in the presence of their captives. Adora's light gasp made her look up, so she studied the equally shocked couple by the door once more. There was something familiar about them. She realised to have smelled them before, their previously heard voices clicking into the image of their outward appearance.

And yet, Catra's mind could not find out who they were. Where she knew them from.

"Catra…" Adora's voice was but a whisper. She pointed a finger to Catra's chest, directing her gaze downwards.

"Oh, sorry," Catra shrugged it off, unsnapping the Force Captain badge from her shirt, "You can have it back, I don't care,"

"No, Catra, it's yours, you…" Adora tugged at her legs in order to sit up completely, freeing her arms from having leaned on them. Her eyes softened as she came closer with her face. She put her hands on Catra's arms, making the feline aware of the bandage that was covering the blonde's upper arm.

"I think you lost your memory."