[Catra thought she was prepared for whatever they were going to encounter on this mission to Thaymor, but it turns out that all those training simulations? Are totally nothing compared to the field. None of them prepared her for the moment the controls of her tank vanished around her, although the rest of the last five seconds were -- actually, kind of what she expected from Princesses.
Princesses that Shadow Weaver did not warn her would be here. So, like. Excuse Catra, but she's a little bit twitchy; and the moment she registers somebody else nearby, she's whirling on her heel and stepping rapidly backwards, her knees bending, clawed hands rising, and feet sliding apart in preparation to dodge an expected attack.]
Who are you! [She's not scared, okay. She's just hyper-aware that Someone has obviously strong magic, and she's not an idiot who's going to just rush them.] Where've you taken me?!
[But still, answer fast. She's not the patient type.]
a gourd-awful time
[Whatever these lanterns are, they're creepy and Catra does not appreciate them. She doesn't like that they were grinning at her when she accosted someone inside a wooden-walled room, she doesn't like that they were on the roof when she scampered up there, and she doesn't like that however she moves, it feels like they're watching her.
But she does like the satisfying way they smash when she nudges them off the edge of the roof, their orange shells splattering against the ground and onto anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. Don't expect any sort of apology from her, no matter how near any of come to landing on anybody's head. In fact -- the nearer a miss it is, the louder her snort of laughter becomes.]
in general
[She hasn't forgotten the rescue mission she's been sent on. It's been at the forefront of Catra's mind the entire time. Even if she believes this isn't Etheria any more - and... she's a little inclined to, given the shining lights in the sky and the surprising shortage of moons - that doesn't change her best friend's situation. Adora's missing, kidnapped by the rebellion, but Catra is... pretty sure she can smell her somewhere nearby. Problem is, everything here smells so weird and unfamiliar that it's hard to pick her out from the mess.
So, like, don't mind Catra when you see her sniffing the air, her tail lifting up curiously as she tries to sort it all out. Or if you find her scowling skeptically at a hot mug of something she's been told is soup, but which looks and smells drastically different to anything she's ever seen before.]
Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power | get in chaps we're giving early s1 a try
[Catra thought she was prepared for whatever they were going to encounter on this mission to Thaymor, but it turns out that all those training simulations? Are totally nothing compared to the field. None of them prepared her for the moment the controls of her tank vanished around her, although the rest of the last five seconds were -- actually, kind of what she expected from Princesses.
Princesses that Shadow Weaver did not warn her would be here. So, like. Excuse Catra, but she's a little bit twitchy; and the moment she registers somebody else nearby, she's whirling on her heel and stepping rapidly backwards, her knees bending, clawed hands rising, and feet sliding apart in preparation to dodge an expected attack.]
Who are you! [She's not scared, okay. She's just hyper-aware that Someone has obviously strong magic, and she's not an idiot who's going to just rush them.] Where've you taken me?!
[But still, answer fast. She's not the patient type.]
a gourd-awful time
[Whatever these lanterns are, they're creepy and Catra does not appreciate them. She doesn't like that they were grinning at her when she accosted someone inside a wooden-walled room, she doesn't like that they were on the roof when she scampered up there, and she doesn't like that however she moves, it feels like they're watching her.
But she does like the satisfying way they smash when she nudges them off the edge of the roof, their orange shells splattering against the ground and onto anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. Don't expect any sort of apology from her, no matter how near any of come to landing on anybody's head. In fact -- the nearer a miss it is, the louder her snort of laughter becomes.]
in general
[She hasn't forgotten the rescue mission she's been sent on. It's been at the forefront of Catra's mind the entire time. Even if she believes this isn't Etheria any more - and... she's a little inclined to, given the shining lights in the sky and the surprising shortage of moons - that doesn't change her best friend's situation. Adora's missing, kidnapped by the rebellion, but Catra is... pretty sure she can smell her somewhere nearby. Problem is, everything here smells so weird and unfamiliar that it's hard to pick her out from the mess.
So, like, don't mind Catra when you see her sniffing the air, her tail lifting up curiously as she tries to sort it all out. Or if you find her scowling skeptically at a hot mug of something she's been told is soup, but which looks and smells drastically different to anything she's ever seen before.]