She-Ra fics (2018)

Idiot, traitor or just plain stupid? P7/12

Doing patrol one night, the last person Glimmer expected to see was a certain magicat hiding amongst the shadows of the castle.

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Nobody knows where Adora is, leaving them no choice but to let Catra lead the way.

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"Very well done indeed, Force Captain," Hordak crooned through the small screen. Catra grinned wickedly. "They have no idea why. Most of them don't even know I'm here," She crooned back. Hordak hummed as he stroked Imp's chin. The monkey hybrid purred, his tail wagging. "Perhaps you can still be of use to us," The leader of the Horde mused. Catra stayed neutrally composed. "Keep feeding us updates, Force Captain. If they prove to be of use, then you may return to your position once we're done,"

Catra smirked as she ended the call, immediately dropping the badge to the ground. She kicked it under the bed, where she'd found it, and began to pace. Her hands shook as she moved, despite her clenching them into fists.

Fucking Adora.

The dumb bitch ran away, still injured mind you, late last night, and hadn't come back... not that Catra could smell, at least. What? Living in each other's pockets for the better part of seventeen years made you accustomed to their scent. Lonnie, for example, smelled of coffee. Rogelio smelt of chemicals, Kyle smelt damp, and Adora smelled like the forest.

Not that she trusted her enough to allocate a scent like that, no. Catra happened to be in the whispering woods one day as she came across a nice, comforting smell. Her traitorous mind immediately flew to Adora's comforting nature, and thus the scent stuck.

Unless she had actually come back, and her scent had changed.
It wouldn't be the only thing that had.

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"What did you do!?"

Catra shrieked as a ball of pink glitter was thrown at her head. She hissed, unsheathing her claws. "What is your problem!?" She shouted, dodging another pink ball of energy. "Adora's gone! What did you do!?" Knowing her position was somewhat delicate, Catra took a steadying breath and sheathed her claws. "Are you gonna talk to me like an adult? Or do I need to get the babysitter in?" She snarked. Glimmer growled, stalking over. Her fist lit up pink. "What...did...you...do?" She spoke slowly. Catra subconsciously took a step back. "I didn't do anything. She came in here, dragged me around by my shirt, then left,"

Glimmer snorted. "I doubt that. Adora doesn't just grab people by their shirts," Catra couldn't help the bitter scoff. "Then you clearly don't know her all that well,"

The two women glared daggers into the other's head.

Glimmer finally relented, dropping her fist. "She left the meeting as well... but she was crying," Catra's eyebrows furrowed. "Crying? Adora doesn't cry," She titled her head briefly. "Not unless she's in a fuck-ton of pain or something really bad's happened," Catra scanned Glimmer's face. "She-she said something about a village being destroyed," She said quietly. Glimmer scoffed. "You could say that," She replied bitterly. Catra cleared her throat, somewhat hesitantly. "Adora always cared for the young kids... the ones who couldn't stand up for themselves,"

She scoffed fondly in thought. "The amount of times she took a beating for standing up for them... or starvation punishments..." She trailed off, realising who she was talking to. Catra hissed to herself, looking away, folding her arms. Glimmer made a strange sound, but Catra refused to look up. She knew the sound.

Upset... worry... pity.

Nobody in the Horde did pity. That was something ingrained from a minuscule age, before you were even walking. If Adora had managed to break out of that, then good on her. Seriously.