#catra.

As usual, Catra’s help always came with a cost. The cost in question tended to be Adora’s patience, because every single time things are going great, one thing happens to set it all back. Adora just wanted her to help her create a better obstacle course to work out on and even that couldn’t go right. Adora didn’t know why she still asked...well, she knew, but she didn’t like it.  “Fine.....be a quitter,” Adora said, dragging out the last bit. “I didn’t think you were the type to not finish a project, but I guess you changed more than i thought.” @catrahourde

Success never went unrewarded in the Horde. ‏‏‎ ‎This plan had gone so smoothly that even Catra had been pleasantly surprised. Aided by Double Trouble in disguise, ‏‏‎ ‎they lead a small team of the Princess Alliance astray into the Whispering Woods,‏‏‎ ‎ ‎and right into a trap. ‏‏‎ ‎Flutterina, ‏‏‎ ‎Glimmer, ‏‏‎ ‎and Mermista had all been captured and were now being transported to the Fright Zone aboard a carrier vessel, ‏‏‎ ‎its treads tearing apart the verdant ground as it lurched forward. ‏‏‎ ‎There would be time to gloat later. . .

For now, ‏‏‎ ‎she needed to try and get information from the prisoners. ‏‏‎ ‎Swift strides carried her across the metal vessel and towards the brig. ‏‏‎ ‎Each chamber was sealed by force fields which required codes to enter them. ‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎Quick clawed fingers accurately pressed the keypad, ‏‏‏‎ ‎bringing the seal down momentarily for entry. ‏‏‎ ‎Once both her feet crossed the threshold of the chamber the field rose up again with a noisy whir. ‎ ‎ ‎

❝ Hello,‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Princess. . . ❞ ‏‏‎ ‎Catra greeted. ‏‏‎ ‎Her humble facade as transparent as glass.

things with catra were.....weird. adora didn’t know where they stood, but she knew they weren’t bffs or anything like that. she knew that sometimes she could get catra to chuckle, but most times she just got her glare. she knew that she ran into her all the time without trying, but she didn’t think catra was stalking her. and even if she was, adora would not have cared in the slightest. she wasn’t going anywhere and while she only sort of knew what catra’s mission was,she knew her answer would never change. corona was her home, the one place she felt she could just let her hair down and act silly at. the one place that didn’t judge or critique her. and she hoped corona was that kind of place for catra too. she wanted catra to have a good life here, even if it wasn’t with adora. and while the thought of that hurt her beyond compare, she kept moving forward. 

adora had gotten into the habit of practicing her kicks on trees rather than training dummies. she felt training dummies were just not the right kind of hard and as much as she wanted to pretend she didn’t feel like she had to practice self-defense like ms weaver was going to appear any second, she did. and normally she was alone but somehow, out of all the trees in the forest she picked, she picked one that catra decided to run by. “catra?” adora called out suddenly at the running girl, her leg still connected with the tree from her previous kick. “catra? what are you doing?”

    Claws  quietly  clicking  against  the  marble  floor,  Catra  found  herself  once  again  aimlessly  roaming  the  halls  of  early  morning  Bright  Moon.   Curiously  investigating  every  nook  and  corner  of  her  new  domicile  was  simply  an  old  feral  habit  of  hers.   Adora  and  Catra  had  done  it  during  their  time  in  the  Fright  Zone.   Sneaking  out  to  steal  food  and  find  secret  places  to  hide  was  one  of  their  favorite  pastimes.     Coming  to  a  halt,  Catra  stood  before  a  large  mural.   Ornate  etchings  in  the  surface  created  this  massively  detailed  artwork.   Running  her  fingers  delicately  along  the  edges,  she  felt  every  rivet.   Each  morning  she  would  pass  by  this  specific  one,  which  depicted  a  tall  angelic  being  with  arms  outstretched  over  Bright  Moon.           She  wondered  what  it  represented.  .  .     Right  ear  wiggling  in  response  to  an  echo  down  the  hallway,  Catra  instinctively  jumped  away  from  the  mural,  directing  her  attention  to  whoever  emitted  the  noise.   It  was  Queen  Glimmer,  in  all  her  glittering,  eye - piercingly  colorful  glory.   Catra’s  tail  nervously  twitched  in  response  to  minor  anxiety.   Offering  an  awkward  bow,   she  attempts  to  acknowledge  the  Royalty  standing  before  her  politely.      Adora  had  been  going  over  her  ‘ Proper Princess Etiquette Technique ’  yesterday,               which  she  may  have  taken  a  little  too  seriously.  .  .