Catradora in The Horde (+Smut)

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It had been another stressful week at The Horde. Adora worked her fingers to the bone, waking up earlier to train, not catching a lot of sleep.

That wasn't unnatural growing up as a child soldier, but this time was different. Adora felt scared. Not for herself but for Catra. She feared for Shadow Weaver. Afraid she would eventually find out about Catra sneaking out, about what they had done together.

Adora had a few nightmares in which Shadow Weaver would torture Catra, cast her out. She would often wake up with sweat drops forming around her forehead, her palms sweating and her breath destabilized.

Her friend would always ask her what was going on but she often tried changing the subject. Knowing how Catra was, she would probably tell Adora 'It's fine dummy, don't worry about me.'

But there was also something else... Adora's feelings beating in her chest were being intensified. She didn't understand what it was but she felt it growing stronger. Not knowing what that was made her feel frightened.

Adora definitely couldn't tell others about her unusual emotions, definitely not to Shadow Weaver. Sometimes she would even wonder if their mentor could read minds.

Hiding something that grew inside her, terrified her. Sometimes she would ask herself if it was wrong... Inappropriate...

But she couldn't be the only one feeling this, right? Was she the only one in The Horde who had experienced that feeling?

Adora often asked herself if Catra did too, but she didn't want to trouble her friend with her own personal problems.

She did realize that working longer and training harder got her mind off things. As long as she wasn't slacking off, her mind wouldn't wander around that subject. Another advantage to this was that as long as she worked hard enough, if anyone ever found out about what happened, Adora would be able to fix things. Or at least that's what she hoped for...

It was a thursday morning, Adora was in the training room lifting weights, trying to keep her body in shape. She would often day-dream about fighting against the princesses, kicking their ass and being rewarded by Lord Hordak, who she didn't have the pleasure of meeting yet.

'I wonder how old Shadow Weaver really is?' Adora thought as she raised a few weights closer to her chest. 'If she is gone one day, I'm sure Catra and I could rule this place if we work hard enough. I'm sure Catra would feel more at home, if she wasn't around.'

Adora thought about all the possibilities that could lead to her becoming force captain and eventually making her way up the ranks.

"Hey! Stop that." A familiar voice echoed through the training room. Adora looked around until her eyes focused on a commotion happening not far from her.

There were a group of horde soldiers who were teasing Catra. Two of them were taking her weights while laughing at her face. "Give it back to me!" Catra begged but they paid no mind. One of them even tried pulling Catra's tail from behind. "Is the kitten gonna scratch?" They laughed in unison.

Adora could feel her blood boil. Catra already went through so much, now a bunch of idiots were trying to make her life harder? She would not let it pass.

Adora threw her weights on the padded mat and quickly paced towards them. "Let her go! Give her weights back!" Adora positioned herself in front of her friend.

"Relax Adora, we are just playing with her." One of them said while giggling.

"I'm not gonna warn you guys again." Adora took a step closer to the guy who dared to talk back. These guys were idiots, but not idiots enough to try and pick a fight with Adora. They knew she was Shadow Weaver's favorite, plus she worked harder than a tweaker selling their furniture to try and buy some crack.