~The New World~

Chapter Four: Chaos

Catra and Perfuma were now walking around the new landscape side-by-side. The look of the reborn landscape fueled Perfuma's joy levels. It was all she ever wanted. Etheria was at peace with itself once again. And the result was indeed, lively and vibrant. Not a spec of negative energy radiating anywhere. Not even what was left of the Crimson Waste.
The planet and the people were intertwined.

"Oh, isn't this amazing?" Perfuma sighed, spinning around as her arms waved freely in the air as she did so.
"What..? And cut it out. You're either gonna hit me, or something solid. And believe me, knuckles and solid walls don't mix." Catra stated bluntly. The half-cat scratched her head as she watched Perfuma pause from acknowledgment.
"Hm, I guess you're right." Perfuma concluded, raising her left hand up to her chin before continuing. "It wouldn't be pleasant, would it?"
"Not at all."

"Ah, we're getting distracted. Last time I checked, Frosta was somewhere around here." Perfuma frowned, gazing at the open landscape around her. There was nothing in sight. Just and infinite amount of grass, occasional bushes and living creatures.
"Uh, Did you take me the wrong way?"
"I'm positive she was here."
"Well if that's the case, where the heck are the tents?" The half-cat mentioned. Perfuma paused again and her only response was a goofy smile and a confession.
"Okay, I don't know where we are. But since you're, well, you. You can follow senses and stuff?"

"What are you suggesting?" Catra retorted, earning a low sigh from the hippy princess. Perfuma's smile dropped as she grew a small rose out of her hand.
"I don't know. Scorpia said you can do stuff like that."
Catra glanced behind her, gazing at the direction they came from. Her ears shifted, her nose twitched and yet she got nothing.
"We're too far out of range."

"Aren't you looking the wrong way? We came this way." Perfuma arched her eyebrow as she pointed the opposite direction to the way Catra was looking. The half-cat glanced at the direction Perfuma was pointing in, and she let out a small huff of annoyance.
"You span around, Perfuma. We came from this direction. I'm sure of it." Catra frowned, moving towards the direction her body was facing. "Trust me. We're going back." She added, waving her left arm in the air, as a signal that she was gesturing for Perfuma to follow.

Within a short amount of time, the pair made it back to the small 'camp.' (If you would even call it that.) It turned out that Catra was infact right to head the way she did. If Perfuma had gotten her way, let's just say it'd be like finding a needle in a haystack. The whole planet had a turn and now it looks completely different than before. Not to mention how small their camp was.
"See, what did I say? We're back." Catra hummed, radiating a small amount of pride.
"Ah, I guess you were right." Perfuma sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. Her tone of voice was the literal definition of embarrassment. "Sorry for doubting you, Catra." Perfuma added, smiling slightly as she spoke.

Catra's ear flicked as her expression turned dull. "No, it's fine. Let's just find Frosty and sort everything out so I don't have to be stared at by little miss ice-daggers."
"Speaking of Frosta--"
"--Perfuma, there you are. Adora and Glimmer where thinking about exploring the area with us. You in?--Uh. Why are you hanging around with her?" Frosta beamed. The second she saw Catra next to the flower Princess, her gaze grew cold as her eyebrows lowered slightly. She spat the last part with a tone of pure spite.

"Ah! Frosta. We were just looking for you!"
"..'We'..?" Frosta repeated, earning a nod from Perfuma.
"Yes! Catra wants to apologise to you and befriend you. Isn't that great!" Perfuma beamed, throwing her left arm around the half-cat stood next to her. Perfuma smiled at Catra, giving her the sign for her to speak up.

Catra let out a small exhale as she lowered her head slightly. Her ears folded down and her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she began to speak.
"So yeah. About the 'Princess Prom.' All I wanna say is--"
"--You're sorry?.....Do you actually expect me to believe that?"
"....Yes?"
"Tch, you're nothing more than the lowest of the low. Manipulating people to get your way. Seriously."
"Huh? Hold on--"
"--But manipulating Perfuma aswell? Just how low can you get?" Frosta snapped. Perfuma stood there, lost for words. It was true that Frosta was a bit stubborn at times and cold. But this was a bit over the top.

"Frosta, she hasn't manipulated me. I willingly went to help her!" Perfuma explained. Catra's ear twitched as she could hear movement in the background. But she couldn't be bothered to be concerned about it, she just had a simple task to complete.
"Listen up. I'm not playing that 'Manipulation' game anymore." Catra frowned, arching her right eyebrow as she spoke.
"Oh?--"
"--I'm apologising for real, genius. Honestly you don't think much of me, do you?" Catra continued.

Perfuma stood in the background, holding her hands together as if she were praying. It wasn't a perfect apology, but she guessed that it counted for something.
'I guess Frosta is making this a bit difficult. But at least Catra tried. That's all that matters really.' She told herself. She wasn't even aware that the bushes to her right started to ruffle.

"Woah, are we interrupting something, again?" Glimmer gasped, only needing to observe the situation to get bad vibes. Adora and Bow followed after her.
"Is there a fight or something?"
"Huh?! No! I would never allow that!" Perfuma cried, shifting slightly since she was caught off guard by that question.

Adora sighed, glancing at Catra. Her eyebrows and ears were lowered and her eyes spoke for her. The girl's arms were folded and her tail was swaying from left to right.
'Oh Jeez, Catra. What have you gotten yourself into now?' The blonde wondered, then glancing at Frosta. Her eyebrows were lowered into an annoyed position as her posture spoke for her aswell.