Catra walks silently through the twisting halls of the Horde's main sector, humming quietly to herself as her claws make small clicking sounds against the metal floor. Turning the corner she speeds up as she walks past Shadow Weavers sanctum, ears flattening slowly.

Then something catches in the corner of her eye, making her pause and take a few steps back. She turns her head to look into the sanctum only to see a new cadet, you, messing around with some of Shadow Weaver's files and paperwork. Her eyes narrow and she places her hand on the frame of the door.

"You know if she catches you she'll kill you, right?" Catra's voice is dry and sarcastic, maybe even a little amused. She catches you off-guard and you drop the stack of files out of surprise, scrambling to pick them back up. She walks in slowly and cautiously, looking over her shoulder before stopping in front of you and pressing her foot against your shoulder, pushing you onto your ass. "Chill, I'm not gonna tell..." she smirks "Maybe."

Catra crouches down, her tail flicking back and forth as she swiftly shovels the loose papers into the pale folder, tossing it back onto the desk with little care. She grabs your wrist and pulls you up onto your feet, grinning. "Wanna trash the place?" she doesn't give you a chance to say no, already trashing the sanctum.

Papers on the floor, folders ripped up, pencils and pens tossed about. There wasn't that much in the room aside from the rune crystal but neither of you dared to touch that.

Catra's ears perked up when she heard talking. "Crap, come on-" she grabs your wrist and bolts out of the sanctum with you behind her, the two of you struggling to suppress your giggles and laughter as you round the corner. Adora gently pushes you into a spare room, letting out a raspy, loud laugh. "She's going to be pissed! That felt so good.." She takes a deep breath and pushes her fur back, eyeing you up and down with cautious curiosity "I never asked for your name. What is it, cadet?"