Deserving (Catradora OneShot)

Deserving

A/N: It's literally Christmas day and you know how I'm going to spend it? By writing a Catradora oneshot. I've seen a lot of wholesome Christmas AU's with everyone in the She-ra, but as much as I love them, it wouldn't be complete without a little bit of angst, right?

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Things were beginning to look a lot better now. The tide of the war between the people of Bright Moon and the Horde was beginning to rise in favor of the Rebellion. The land in which the Horde had control over was beginning to diminish, bit by bit. Roles in both sides had changed, and more and more leaders from the Horde had begun to see the error in their ways and had decided to switch over to the Rebellion. Things were beginning to look up for both the Princess Alliance and the Rebellion, and because of so, they had decided to take some time for themselves and celebrate Christmas.

The holiday itself hadn't been popular in the few recent years, but with all the victories that had been achieved, Glimmer and the gang thought it would benefit to bring it back and celebrate. In celebration, Glimmer had convinced her mom to let them use the palace to host a party for all of their friends. There were tables and tables filled with different types of food, lots of music, and even more dancing. Everyone had dressed up for the event and were talking amongst themselves.

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Catra leaned on the wall to her right, drink in hand and arms crossed. She observed all the people dancing to the music. It wasn't anything she recognized, but they seemed to be having fun. She looks down at her glass and wrinkled her nose.

What was this stuff?

Sighing, the placed the glass down at the nearest table, turning her attention back at the scene playing out before her.

All of the princesses had accepted the invitation and had decided to come, even Frosta. There they were, swaying and jutting out body parts in sync to the tempo.

Catra turned her attention in time to see Scorpia gently grab Entrapta by the waist and spin her around, both of them laughing. Catra's expression softened just the smallest amount. She was glad that she had brought them along when she finally left the Horde. She was afraid, at first, that they would regret it and eventually betray both her and the Rebellion, but that hadn't been the case. They seemed to be enjoying themselves more than they ever had, and Catra couldn't be more relieved. Though she would never admit it, she had developed somewhat of a soft spot for the two during their time together.

Yet...even though the other two had, it was the complete opposite for Catra. Of course, she didn't regret going against the Horde and finally leaving it behind. She definitely didn't miss the almost slave-like way that the soldiers there, including her, had been treated, or Shadow Weaver's constant punishments. She was obviously content with finally being free of that- but it was hard. Hard having to get used to change. She could almost never feel relaxed here in Bright Moon, with the Rebellion. Sure, she fully sided with them now, but her body hadn't completely grown accustomed to it.

Even now, she couldn't help but feel incredibly tense. Her shoulders felt stiff, and her fingers just would not stop twitching. She didn't fit in with the rest, and she knew it. She had never been the social type and it had never bothered her before in the Horde, sometimes it even served as an advantage, but here in Bright Moon? Not so much.

The one person she would feel completely comfortable with was nowhere to be found. She didn't expect her to go back to her side now that they were on the same side of the war again, but she hadn't seen Adora at all tonight and it saddened her, just the tiniest bit.

Not knowing it was even possible, she was growing even more uncomfortable by the minute and she needed an out. Now.

Without hesitating, Catra quickly turned around and walked right out a side entrance in the palace. It didn't matter where she went, she just had to get out.