Catradora oneshots and short stories

Remember us Part 2

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Getting Catra reacclimatized was quite the interesting time. Adora, Glimmer and Bow gave Catra lectures and retold stories about their time in Brightmoon.

They'd eventually moved Catra to a guest room in the castle. She was in awe by the lavish space, fancy furniture and such. Seeing her try the bed for a second time was pure gold. After falling in, Catra called for Adora to help get her out, the cushy mattress sinking under her weight.

Hanging out with the gang had been a necessity. Catra had to relearn what they were each like. They were the Best Friend Squad, after all. Glimmer and Bow were ecstatic to entertain Catra. Catra was enraptured, hanging off every word they said. It was really cute. From the way she'd react to certain memories being told to her, laughing or grimacing, to the way her tail would wiggle to show her pleasure in listening.

The only difference was her more quietly withdrawn behavior. She wouldn't talk to anyone unless spoken to or approached for the next few days, opting to stay in her room, distracting herself with whatever she could get her hands on. Melog had given themselves the job of keeping an eye on Catra and keeping her company since everyone else had work to do. Adora hated to be apart from Catra, physically and mentally. She'd get her work done as quick as possible and then go see Catra.

Adora made sure to come and visit Catra every day. Today, when Adora knocked on the bedroom door, no response at first. She tried again, loudly.

"Come in!" Came the usual call from inside.

Opening the door, Adora stepped inside. She spotted Catra sitting on her bed, a large sketchbook in her arms, drawing. Adora smiled.

Catra had always loved art. Drawing was something she'd grown up doing when she had the time. Seeing Catra drawing, as if she'd always done it, gave Adora hope.

Seems like some things never change.

"Hey, Catra." She greeted, walking toward the bed.

Catra glanced up from her sketch. Her face  brightened, a smile appearing.

"Hey, Adora." She responded with just as much energy.

Adora plopped onto the bed beside Catra. Her heart fluttered at the close proximity.

"What're you drawing?" Adora asked, jutting her chin out at the sketchbook.

"Melog." Catra, pointing to a sleeping Melog at the foot of the bed.

"Ah."

Glancing at the page, she couldn't help the usual astonishment she felt when she saw Catra's work.

"I really like that." She commented. "That's so good. Almost realistic."

Catra grinned, fiddling with the pencil in her hand.

"Thanks. I was just bored and found this on the desk over there."

She motioned to desk in the corner of the room. Adora nodded in understanding.

"Yeah. You've always been drawing. It started when we were kids." She recalled fondly.

Catra's interest was peaked. She put down the sketchbook and pencil, turning her attention to the blonde.

"We knew each other back then?" She questioned.

Adora snorted.

"Grew up together. I actually found you in a box in the middle of nowhere. Took you in and we grew up in what was called The Horde."

"What's that?" Catra asked, confused.

Adora tensed up. She sighed, shifting positions.

"It was a place where kids who were kidnapped, were raised as soldiers for whats called The Horde. The guy in charge here on Etheria was Hordak."