For a moment, panic freezes her. This is why she hates Adora touching her, this is why she hates her in-built vulnerabilities, this is why she hates being petted--
She should have heard Octavia coming from a mile away. She would have, if Adora had kept her stupid hands to herself.
She falls into Adora's lap with a yelp, jostled into a sharp gasp that brings reality back to her bones. She hates being caught off-guard, she hates having her weaknesses exposed. Still, she only hisses when Adora picks her up. Fighting with her in front of other cadets is one thing; doing it in front of a Force Captain will get her sent directly to Shadow Weaver for reprimand.
"Doesn't she have anything better to do than spy on cadets?" She keeps her voice low, because there aren't many escape points in the bathrooms and she's already bruised from training and then scuffling with Adora. Octavia is big and lumbering and stupid, but Catra's only any good against her if she's got enough room to dodge. "Force Captains really have it easy."
She only doesn't move from the stall because Octavia is still glaring with her one good eye, and Catra hisses at her again; baring fangs as her fingers spasm with the release of her claws. She'll scratch that eye out too if Octavia keeps using it like this. The sound of the running water doesn't help her frayed nerves, and it's only the protection that being near Adora offers that keeps her from running for it. Octavia wouldn't dare bust up Shadow Weaver's favourite - and Catra finds herself inching closer to her for just that reason.
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She should have heard Octavia coming from a mile away. She would have, if Adora had kept her stupid hands to herself.
She falls into Adora's lap with a yelp, jostled into a sharp gasp that brings reality back to her bones. She hates being caught off-guard, she hates having her weaknesses exposed. Still, she only hisses when Adora picks her up. Fighting with her in front of other cadets is one thing; doing it in front of a Force Captain will get her sent directly to Shadow Weaver for reprimand.
"Doesn't she have anything better to do than spy on cadets?" She keeps her voice low, because there aren't many escape points in the bathrooms and she's already bruised from training and then scuffling with Adora. Octavia is big and lumbering and stupid, but Catra's only any good against her if she's got enough room to dodge. "Force Captains really have it easy."
She only doesn't move from the stall because Octavia is still glaring with her one good eye, and Catra hisses at her again; baring fangs as her fingers spasm with the release of her claws. She'll scratch that eye out too if Octavia keeps using it like this. The sound of the running water doesn't help her frayed nerves, and it's only the protection that being near Adora offers that keeps her from running for it. Octavia wouldn't dare bust up Shadow Weaver's favourite - and Catra finds herself inching closer to her for just that reason.