Catradora in The Horde (+Smut)

Do you promise?

"Catra!" Adora shouted, her high-pitched voice echoed through the fright zone headquarters' corridors. "Come back please!"

It had happened again.

Another quarrel in between the two girls.

It wasn't long ago when Catra had scratched Lonnie's face out of jealousy. This pattern of fights was getting more frequent and the blond girl only grew more frustrated.

'You look out for me and I look out for you. Nothing really bad can happen as long as we are together.'

Those words replayed on Adora's head. For once she was sure she had put an end to this endless cycle.

But there she was again. Screaming for Catra's name and as expected, no replies were given.

Adora walked towards their horde room, where they shared a bunk bed. Although Catra's assigned bed was the upper one, the feline girl seemed content to cuddle up at the bottom of Adora's bed and doze off at her friend's feet.

'She's not here...' Which was also expected, lately Catra had been switching up her hiding locations, making it difficult for her friend to find her.

Adora looked at the drawing of them on the cold metal of their bed, it gave her a content grin.

Catra had always been Adora's best friend. No matter how many children played with her, Adora felt attached to the feline.

Her life would be much easier not having this otherworldly bond. From the jealousy fights to their demonic mentor Shadow Weaver trying to break them apart.

Adora grew up being brainwashed by The Horde. A place where the word 'Love' was forbidden. Where emotions make you weak, where friendships distract you. That never stopped the blondie though. It seemed like happiness was strictly prohibited in the Fright Zone. A place where she was meant to be a child soldier, training day and night.

Adora realized she felt glimpses of joy around her friend. She cherished every moment she had with Catra. Adora never understood the feeling, but she was going to hold on to that.

Although she was Shadow Weaver's favorite for no special reason, she was also in charge of keeping Catra in line. As long as she worked hard enough, she could protect her friend.

Catra grew up in worse conditions than Adora, in result that made her emotionally unavailable to everyone around her. Everyone but Adora. Clinging on so hard to her friendship as if it were a balloon, your grip loosens up, it flies away.

Feared by the other children, not only because of the sharp claws but her angry outbursts that could be triggered by anything. Catra grew up being picked by the other kids, often ganged up during sparring classes, but all that changed the day that she met Adora.

She was the only one who wasn't afraid of Catra, in fact, Adora would often ask her to play. It didn't even seem to bother her, the resulting scratches on her body after playing with the feline girl.

That friendship grew stronger each passing day, but it also came with it's disadvantages.  Their mentor Shadow Weaver started giving Catra a hard time observing them getting closer. Although Catra was faster and more agile than her friend, Shadow Weaver would scold her at any given chance.

It seemed like no matter how hard Catra tried, there would be no praise, no recognition. The outcome of this situation, made her neglect her duties. Catra didn't care about her results, nor the training assessments they would have. But this also brought serious consequences along the way.

Shadow Weaver became more strict, followed by taking all her anger out on the feline girl. Their mentor would often compare both of them.

'Why can't you be more like Adora?'