Well winter hadn't been Kataclym's best season for brilliant or even smart decision making. She had left the jungle and fled to open spaces, in search of something. At the time, she did know what she wanted or need but she had found her sister because of it. The black mare had raised her older sister, who didn't handle their mother leaving well. They were separated a while back and Kat had left Beqanna. She didn't think she would ever see her again, since she didn't have any idea where she would be. Kalamity had been forced into the Cove, but their nephew, Kirin, and then he forces/manipulated her into bearing his child. The younger sister didn't handle the news well, and in a fit of emotional overload stumbled upon Michaelis and well...things...happened. Her coat was already beginning to bulge. Kat was not sure how she felt yet about having a child. Lord knows she wasn't maternal... but she had basically raised her older sister. Hopefully she would not mess up her kid as her mother had messed her up.
Now she made her way through the jungle again, she had been back for a little while but she had taken to watching, observing the others, deciding what to do, how she would raise this baby, and where. Her conversations with others had been pleasant. They had accepted her for what she was- guarded and terrible with others. She had only recently decided to stay with the Amazons she knew it may not be forever, but she knew that she needed to be here right now. That this was right. It was as if it fate were calling when she heard the queen's call. Without any more hesitation she moved towards the sound, until she saw that tattooed queen of the Jungle. Kataclysm's star glowed dimly before the queen , as if it were a steady offering, showing her solidarity. Kataclysm dipped her head, in respect. "Khaleesi." There was no need for further words, everything about her felt ready, and her body language spoke her decision and agreement for her. So she stood before her queen and awaited the ceremony to welcome her into this fiercely loyal group.
{ Kataclysm }
Me and God? We don't get along well.