Try as she might, Catra simply didn't have anything left to feel. The war was over. With her help, Horde Prime had swept over Etheria, captured the Princesses, and brushed any resistance aside. His victory was complete; What few embers of rebellion still smoldered in Brightmoon would prove inconsequential. The Horde fleet could strike anywhere on the planet in minutes. There were only two reasons Brightmoon still stood: Horde Prime was not threatened by them, and he had yet to collect on the power of the Runestones. When the Princesses were brought before Prime, Catra was there to witness. She had expected to revel in their defeat. To smugly gloat about the ease of the Horde victory, and the part she had played in it. Instead, she had felt... empty. The Princesses had all fought to the final moment, and several were the worse for wear. They were battered and bloody to a person. Truth be told, she was there to see Adora's face. Her old friend was beaten, as were the others, and the resistance as a whole. This is what she had wanted since Adora had abandoned her... right? Double Trouble's last words haunted Catra as she walked slowly through the halls of the former Horde base, deep in the Fright Zone. The new Horde stayed mostly within the fleet. Squads of shock troopers wandered the planet's surface, scrubbing out pockets of resistance and salvaging anything that could be of use. This place, however, was largely abandoned. The prisoner princesses, Horde Prime and his retainers, and Catra herself were all who remained in the husk that had once been Catra's home. Catra and Adora's. Catra shook her head. She didn't want to be thinking of Adora right now. In fact, she desperately wanted to be thinking of anything else. Catra passed by a room where Entrapta worked furiously, recataloging all of the information Hordak had collected about Etheria and the Runestones to be transferred to Prime's digital archive aboard the armada flagship. Of course Entrapta was helping Prime. She was far more useful applying her scientific acumen to the needs of the new Horde than she was just sitting in a cell. Besides; Entrapta's first loyalty was to science, and whoever had the biggest computers. Continuing her lonely tour, Catra found herself wandering into a large gymnasium. An empty, high ceiling room once used for simple training; hand to hand combat, physical drills, and other low demand skill development. This is where she had first learned to fight. Even though she paid little attention to the lessons they were being taught, she and Adora learned many things together inside these walls. Some things, Catra learned about herself... Though her feline form gave her the advantage of muscle density, balance, and reflexes, Catra couldn't take her bouts with Adora seriously. They were best friends, and Catra would never need to know how to fight her. Besides, Shadow Weaver expected Adora to win, and anything she could do to stay out of Shadow Weaver's attention would make the day go that much smoother. So she took the fall. It was oddly exciting letting Adora throw her to the floor. The huge grin that covered Adora's face every time she won was well worth the little bit of pride that Catra sacrificed. From here, the cadets would be excused directly to the showers, then back to their rooms to review the day's academic work. Normally Catra was averse to getting wet; however, already being sweaty from the sparring, a shower would keep her fur from getting sticky. As the squad began to shuffle out of the gym, Catra hatched an idea. "Hey Adora!" she called after her friend. "How about one more quick match? First to throw." Adora raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Obviously Catra was up to something. "You're just gonna lose again." Adora replies. Catra smirks "Don't be so sure.". Adora wins, of course. Even without Shadow Weaver looking on, Catra wants Adora to enjoy the victory. Besides, the delay had nothing to do with sparring. By the time the duo makes their way to the showers, Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio are on their way out. Perfect, Catra thinks to herself. The two disrobe unceremoniously and head into the showers. Catra rinses her fur out quickly, then shoots a sneaky glance toward Adora. She has her back to Catra, facing the fixture on the opposing wall. Rivulets of soap bubbles run over her back and down her legs. Catra's thoughts soon get away from her. She's strong, for a human; and... graceful. She eyes every line of Adora's body as her friend wrings the water from her hair. There's a tightness in Catra's chest and stomach. A warm and wonderful blossoming ache she doesn't quite understand. She wraps her arms around herself as she continues to stare. She wishes it were Adora's arms around her, and the thought surprises her. She's still lost in the fantasy of her friend's embrace when Adora closes the tap and turns to face her. "What are you staring at ya weirdo?" She asks with that big beautiful smile. "I... uh... just waiting for you to finish already!" Catra stammers out. The heat of embarrassment flares through her whole body, and she thanks what little fortune is hers that Adora can't see her blushing through the fur....