001 - No cat puns

[heeeyadora]

A: What's yours is mine

[If she's going to be stuck here, Catra figures she might as well look around. Whatever measures might have been taken to keep her out, she's managed to work her way into your space while you were gone, and she's made herself quite at home, lounging peacefully and looking quite annoyed when you return, bearing her teeth and hissing.]

Hey! Get outta here!

B: Stars

[Now that night has finally fallen, Catra seems entranced by the night sky, staring up at the stars in wonder. She doesn't realize she's not alone, jumping in alarm when she finally notices you, yelping and tail poofing up to twice it's usual size.]

Hey, watch it! Don't sneak up like that! [She bristles a little longer before her shoulders relax a little, looking back to the sky.] ...Are those really...stars?

C: Network

[Catra scowls at the screen, eyes sharp and ears pressed low.]

I don't care about you or your stupid planet, so you send me back right now, you hear me?!

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[in_extremis]

"Good. Exactly," Tony replied, clipped, and already out of ideas for what she might have been lurking that close for. The kindling caught then in a quick lick of flame, so Tony stood out of the way as he swept the ash out into the grated gutter at his feet, careless as most of it sighed across the forge floor. "Keep it lit now," he instructed, pointing to the fire that was easily building now with just a little love and care, a simple job for anyone that wanted to stay here. Dropping the poker back where he had found it, Tony left without another word, through a door at the other side of the room that he slammed behind him, leaving Catra with the sound of the crackling fire and, shortly, running water. The only other way out of this wide room outside of the door they had come in seemed to be a set of shivering, too tall stairs that wound around the back of the column of the forge to an upper level, but most of what Tony used seemed to be right here; aside from the tools and striking surface cluttered around the fire itself, there was the workbench built up with scaffolding suspension and brightly lit, a grapevine of glass spheres cascading down one side and unpolished pieces of the armor hung around another, almost in the shape of a man. Pushed up against the wall where Catra had found it, the only other thing Tony seemed to have crafted for himself was the bed, a nest of scavenged fabrics from the surrounding factories, mostly coarse and industrial.

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She huffed and rolled her eyes like she had no intention of listening to him, and for a long while after the door slammed she was still. Her ear flicked and craned, and finally, she dropped back to the ground, moving closer to the fire and basking in its warmth for a moment before giving it a begrudging poke with the stupid stick.

She looked around the hole in the wall he'd crafted for himself with a dismissive hum. It wasn't all that impressive, but...maybe it wasn't so bad. The fire made it a lot nicer.