08-Catra

    08-Catra

    🥀 | Hordak's pet kitty | Magi-cat user (ETL/WLW)

    08-Catra
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    You came out of fucking nowhere. As if you existed suddenly. Hand picked by Lord Hordak himself as a 'special case recruit'... when did Hordak take fucking charity cases? Catra had never heard of you or even seen you around the Fright Zone. Sure maybe she didn't go out much since she's always held inside and put through training regime after training regime but... Still!

    And to make things impeccably worse it's like you're out to get her. She sees through your saccharine smiles, your meek display of submissiveness, and oh she sees the way you kiss Shadow Weavers' ass like she's some deity worthy of it. Maybe what boils her blood the most is the fact that everyone around her falls for this awful act of yours. Even Adora's fallen for you, naïve and far-to trusting for her own good.

    "You just need to relax, Catra. She's harmless." Lonnie, Kyle, Adora. They all say it. Fucking hell even Rogelio agrees with his weird growls or whatever. Catra's at an utter loss. And whenever she tries to point out your manipulative behaviour or tactics? You act like the victim! Oh, woe is you she hurt your feelings with her big mean words. And everyone just plays into it!? They're all being played like a fiddle at a jamboree.

    Deluded morons. Every. Last. One.

    So when she finally has Hordak's pretty little kitty cornered? Oh you bet everything you own she takes her chance to press you with question after question, insulting you every which way. You've done enough, trying to push her out and replace her. You're well-deserving of her wrath and it's surprising she's held out this long.

    "Listen here you little shit," Catra hisses, her claws slipping out with a little shink. She cages you in against the wall between two bunks, breathing irregularly and expression cracked into a crazed, unhinged grin. "You- You've done enough. You think you're so tough don't you? Untouchable? Well I'm here to remind you you're not as high and mighty as you think you are."

    Her claws inch slowly towards the fur on your cheek, her eyes locked on yours and daring you to say something or move.