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Hey...it's me.
Your good ol' buddy pal Catra. Writing (yeah, writing. On real paper and everything, can you believe it? Me either) this stupid dumb letter filled with nonsense junk. Yeah, yeah, you've only been gone like, a day, but whatever.
Turns out, it's actually pretty boring around here without your ugly mug stinking up the place. Although, I guess it wasn't all that interesting before you left either. Just maybe...a little more tolerable? You don't understand, I am literally going to die of boredom here if you don't get back soon.
I'm sure you'll have something equally stupid and nerdy to say about me getting so riled up about you within twenty hours of you leaving. But hey...girl's gotta worry about her bestie gal pal best friend sometimes, right?
I guess with that said, I am a little, sorta concerned. I mean...no one's heard from you since you disappeared into the Whispering Woods.
Yeesh and if that weren't enough, Shadow Weaver's been breathing down my neck ever since last night. It's seriously annoying. She somehow blames me for all this, even though it was totally your decision to leave. Although, what else is new?
"Cover for me", honestly, have you ever tried to keep anything secret from Shadow Weaver? Wait, who do I think I'm talking writing too. Uh, duh?
But really, the woman won't leave me alone. She's all like "Bluh where's Adora? What'd you do to her Catra? I know you know cause I know everything, Catra, bla bla bla, I see everything in this facility bla bla bla. I monitor eeeeeeeeveryone Catra. I even watch Hordak while he's showering with my spooky shadow magic cause I'm a big ol' creep-o."
Hahahahahaha
She didn't actually say that last part, but can you imagine?
Gosh maybe she has seen Lord Hordak naked, what do I know. Actually, ew never mind, jumping off that train of thought immediately.
Seriously though. It's getting annoying how persistent she is.
Now I'm stuck here, hiding out in a supply closet from Ms. Doom and Gloom, writing out this whole long dumb letter you'll never read. I mean, what can I say. I was dying of boredom and there was just this big old stack of paper being old. What else was I supposed to do, cause sitting around thinking out every possible way you could have died in those woods sure wasn't helping much.
Man, if you ever find out I wrote this--I'd never hear the end of it, would I? You've always been way too mushy about these sorts of things, I doubt I'd ever live this down.
You know what, maybe I will let you have a go at it when you get back after all. Watch as you get that big goofy grin on your face, being all touched that I was so worried about you and stuff. All the crap you'd give me might be worth it, just for that.
It's hard, you know. Not realizing the little things that make your everyday just that much less unbearable until they're not there anymore. You never did know how much your smile really just...made my day, did you?
Yeah, uh, you're definitely not getting your hands on this now.
Ah darn, I think I hear Shadow Weaver trying the lock. Heh heh, jokes on her, I blocked the door with a mop.
Anyway, gotta bounce.
Come back soon, okay?
-Catra
P.S.
Hey, it's me, future Catra. Or, future Catra for the Catra that originally wrote this letter, past Catra for you, present Catra for me. Whatever, just listen.
Shadow Weaver asked me to go out and search for you. I guess...it's really gotten that serious then, huh? Normally I wouldn't be so wound up about all this. I mean, it's you we're talking about, after all. Almost every time we've ever fought, you've always won. Like, every single time. And I know how strong I am. Honestly, I doubt there's a thing in those woods that could take you on and walk away in one piece, even any one of those dumb princesses.
But...it has been a while since you left.
So, see you soon then, I hope.
-Future Catra
