Can A Clone Feel? (A She-Ra Fanfiction) (On Hiatus)

So Much For First Impressions

Mercy's POV

The mess hall was big – big and packed with Horde cadets.  Shadow Weaver lead us around the sides of the room, pressed to the wall, as far as we could be from the cadets that ate quickly – tables becoming silent as we passed them, and growing louder behind us.  Everyone was either curious or nervous as Shadow Weaver lead us on.  People stared at our muzzles, and I felt eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

"Adora." Shadow Weaver cooed endearingly.  I looked up as Shadow Weaver stopped at a metal table identical to the others, five cadets settled on the benches.

There was a reptilian like man, his head was that of a lizard, and his body was scaled, with claws and thick tail adding to the reptilian features.  There was a distinct feline sent, and I craned my neck to see a girl with tanned skin, wild auburn hair, with velvety feline ears, and a slim tail that flicked curiously.  A blonde sat next to the catlike girl; her hair pulled back in a ponytail with blue eyes and was relaxed in posture.  There was a tan girl with caramel dreadlocks, pulled back into a ponytail.  The one on the end of the bench was a nervous looking boy, brown eyed, blond, and skinny.

Senna and Nieta pushed back towards me, and I took their hands in mine, holding them tight.

"Oh, Shadow Weaver." The blonde smiled while the other cadets saluted and stiffened in their seats. "Who are they?" The blonde asked, looking past Shadow Weaver at us.  The catlike girl leaned back, and her eyes raked over us, scrutinizing our muzzles.

"These are the new recruits from Valor." Shadow Weaver gestured back to us, and my eyes flicked from Shadow Weaver to the cadets. "Introduce yourselves." Shadow Weaver commanded in a sickly-sweet voice.  I narrowed my eyes at her before Senna spoke.

"Senna Wicker." Senna said plainly then looked at me.

"Mercy McGee."

"Nieta Wicker."

The introduction was brief, but Shadow Weaver seemed satisfied for now.  The blonde must have been Adora – as far as Shadow Weaver was concerned, the blonde was the only one there.  There was a distinct maternal vibe wafting off of Shadow Weaver as she addressed Adora.

"They will be training under my supervision – they just need someone to point them in the right direction." Shadow Weaver said and motioned for us to sit down at the empty table behind the cadets.  I followed Senna's lead and sat down at the table, subtly sniffing the air.

The smell of the food could be likened to dates and various types of grains that had been soaked in vinegar.  The food that the cadets ate looked like bricks – thin and grainy bricks.  The smell was unappetizing, but there was obviously no kind of meat hidden in this lump of mush.

Wolves were omnivores, but on average we consumed nine pounds of meet a day; just imagine how much a wolf – double the usual size of four feet could consume.  It was important for us to get the protein and fats from the meat while we grew, and as we still had a good year or two of internal growing to do, we needed meat more than fruits and grains.  I kept this in mind as Shadow Weaver hovered over to a cooking station through a swinging metal door and disappeared.

"You guys live in Valor?" I turned to face the speaker which was the girl with the cat ears.

"No one lives in Valor." The girl with the dreadlocks scoffed. "Everybody knows the wolves are eight feet tall and kill anything that crosses that river."

"I asked them, not you." The cat sneered petulantly.

"Shadow Weaver did say they were from Valor." The blonde – Adora said, trying to side with the feline.