With the whispering woods destroyed, it was easy to slip into Bright Moon. It was easy to stick to the shadows, to move quietly through the border of the trees. It was easy to scale the side of the castle with her claws, to hoist herself onto the edge of the balcony and out of sight.
What wasn’t easy was staying still while Adora, just a few feet from where Catra perched, started to undress.
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07 Jul 2020