It was early the next morning when Catra stumbled out from her tent. She couldn't believe that after everything that happened she was still allowed to have her own tent. Albeit she was on the far edge of the woods, near that crazy witch. But it was still a sort of home, even better it was just her. No guards or annoying room mates/spies. She was free and it felt glorious.
She sat down just outside her tent. The dirt felt cool against her skin. She used the hem of her oversized shirt to wipe the sweat from her brow. It was a hot one already and it was only first thing in the morning. She stretched out her legs placing her hands behind her back. She grimaced catching sight of her leg. It was sealed but the area was red and puffy. She gingerly touched a stitch and recoiled in pain.
She laid down and watched as a beetle crawled though her hair. Her eyes wandered to the cane that leaned against her tent. She scoffed at it's uselessness something would have to be done about that.
"Look who's up," Madame Razz said as she watched Catra walk towards them leaning heavily on her cane.
"She looks like something the cat threw up," Broom whispered to Madame Razz who was using him to tidy up her porch.
She stopped and put him down, "Broom if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all. Any thing you say you should at least be able to say it to their face,"
Catra was in ear shot now, "You look like something the cat dragged in!" Broom yelled.
Catra smirked, "I know,". Another few steps and she stood next to Madame Razz. "Where's Adora? Or is she too busy doing it from the other side?"
"Adora's visiting her brother Adam. If you want to talk to anyone it'll have to be She-Ra but she's rather busy right now."
"Suuure she is," Catra said sarcastically
Madame Razz either didn't hear or ignored her as she walked into her house. Broom hopped in behind.
Catra stood hesitantly on the porch unsure of what to do, she flinched when the screen door flew open towards her. Catra peaked her head in unsure of who opened it.
"Come on in. What are you waiting for?" The witch called.
Catra hobbled in ducking under the low door frame. If she was shocked by the outside she was mortified with the inside.
The house started off normal with a plain wooden table a few chairs just to the left of the entry way but the rest of the house had some really tacky decorations. It was an assault on the eyes, if Catra lived on Earth in the seventies she would have sworn psychedelia threw up. She covered her eyes trying to avoid the bright colours that made her stomach roll. She limped towards the kitchen chair and collapsed into it, her leg made it impossible to walk for long distances with out exhaustion.
"What do you like for breakfast?" Madame asked as she cracked a few eggs into a pan.
"Any thing as long as it doesn't have eyes,- Catra shot the witch a suspicious glance, "Or move,"
"How's bacon and eggs sound?" Madame asked as tossed a few food items around her kitchen.
"I can feel my arteries clog already. Sounds good," Broom said.
Madame Razz didn't look up from her stove, "How bout you Catra?"
Catra stared at the witch a blank look on her face, "It's food,"
The conversation trailed off as the small space filled with the smell of cooking meat.
It was a quite breakfast in peace, though Catra couldn't help but notice the glares broom shot her every few minutes. He occasionally received looks from Madame Razz but that had little effect.
As Catra took the last bite of her egg she eyed the witch, "Can you do anything for my leg?"
"What's wrong with it deary?," Madame Razz asked.
"The knee joints goofed," Catra responded gently touching the inflamed area.
Madame Razz touched Catra's knee, there was a pulse of light as she assessed the damage, "Sure sweetie I think I have just the thing a magic salve. A Wizard gave me the recipe a long time ago," Madame Razz continued to mumble off ideas as she searched her house.
Broom shot Catra a nasty look, "Never trust the enemy,"
Catra sighed and leaned back against her chair, "And I could snap you like a twig. As I recall when a magic object breaks it loses it's ability to talk," She received a squeak from Broom in response. She smirked finally putting up with Shadow Weaver had paid off.
"Here you go dear," Madame said as she wrapped a white cloth around Catra's knee.
"Thanks," Catra said amazed at the improvement, "Umm thank you. I'm going to -" Catra trailed off unsure of what she was supposed to be doing.
"Why don't you head on over to the main rebel camp and see if they need help there," Madame Razz offered.
Adora was making the best of her time trapped as She-Ra. The camp looked better than ever and soon she would be off to help the rest of Etheria. She was just loading the last of the supplies into a waggon.
She would be travelling alone. Bow needed to stay and be the leaders of the rebellion. He was the only one she trusted to stay true to her wishes and not become another Hordak.
It was late summer now and many of the men and their families had headed for home. She couldn't wait for the fall harvest it would be the best one in over two decades, with no Horde to pillage their food everyone would finally have enough to eat.
She turned her head to see Catra who was slowly limping towards her. She had been forgiven for her crimes as long as she helped restore Etheria.
"I know that's your fake limp," She-Ra called.
Catra straightened up immediately. "That's crazy witch of yours does come in handy when she's not shooting fireballs at my head,"
Both woman laughed, Madame Razz's magic was feared by the horde for it's unpredictability.
"So where have you been all day?" She-Ra asked noticing Catra still had the cane with her.
Catra threw the cane into the air and caught it inches from the bottom she then proceeded to pull a few inches of shining blade out the top.
She-Ra raised an eyebrow, "Never with out a weapon?"
"What about yours?" Catra purred.
She-Ra stared her down, "I'd never hurt anyone with mine,"
Catra slide the blade back, "Well I suppose that's the difference between you and me,"
"Clearly," She-Ra said flatly.
"So is this also a quest of self discovery?" Catra joked.
"No, but I am going to see Light Hope. Tell no one, unless you have to," She-Ra said seriously.
"Scouts honour," Catra said crossing her heart.
She-Ra shook her head but she knew Catra would stay true to her word.
"I'm off as soon as I find Spirit," She-Ra immediately realized her mistake.
"So, Spirit's Swift Wind. That's kind of amazing. He was a Horde horse long before you were a soldier,"
She-Ra pressed her lips together tightly, "I try not to think about it,"
"What ever you say," Catra said before limping away.
AN: Sorry I got nothing just thought I'd let you know I'm not dead.