i found myself an omen and I tattooed on a sign [fall catchall ]

[catchtheseclaws]

Who: catra (catchtheseclaws)
When: all throughout fall
Where: thorne + surroundings areas
What: fall catchall
Warnings: will add as necessary




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for adora⸻

[catchtheseclaws]

After the fiasco with the beasts invading every corner of the country, Catra has been determined to take it easy this month. Admittedly, that hasn't been very easy, because some stupid bird had decided to make an appearance and it won't leave her alone. She's been told that it's her familiar, and Catra has her doubts, because she didn't exactly ask for one, did she? And it's not like everybody is going around with a stupid familiar?

She suspects that this is what Bay warned her about: the change that the Horizon makes in you after you visit for the first time. But she doesn't want to acknowledge it, so, she's just been ignoring it as best she can.

In her determination to relax, Catra has snagged some snacks and a spot in the window seat in her and Adora's room, and is lounging in the sunlight, eyes half-closed in lazy contentment as she watches out the window that gives her a nice view into the castle courtyard. People outside are playing with weird little objects -- she's heard something about trinkets that are making the rounds, whatever, she doesn't care. She's more interested in relaxing. If only Adora was here to cuddle.

And speaking of Adora; Catra glances over as her girlfriend enters the room, curious. She pops a potato chip into her mouth, and ignores the bird nestled on the top of her head.

"Hey, where've you been," Catra greets. "You've missed some prime people watching."

[youmiscalculated]

Adora doesn't do still very well...unless it's cuddling with Catra. But she's been out doing some minor rebuilding, and she'd planned on continuing to do that until she heard that there were people still in infirmaries who needed cheering up. She can do that, Adora knows how to ham it up better than anyone, and now she's going to try to get Catra to come with her. Her and the new bird, because who doesn't love a giant bird (other than Catra)?

"Yeah? We can watch people later, we're going on a mission of goodwill!"

It isn't a mission, no one is telling her to go, but she wants to, and she wants Catra to come with her. She's already reaching out to take her hand and tug her up from her seat in the window.

[catchtheseclaws]

"A mission of goodwill," Catra repeats blandly, just enough time to get those words out before she's being tugged up from her comfy perch. "Ugggghhh," she groans, going limp and draping herself over Adora. "But I was so comfortable."

Of course Adora's been out there helping however much she can. Catra, meanwhile, has mostly been licking her wounds. Metaphorically speaking: most of her wounds from the beasts have been dealt with by magic healers when she was still too dazed to protest. Her shoulder still aches, and she's some minor red lines on her arms, but she's pretty much fine. She's been... okay, she'll admit it, sulking.

It vexes her that she hadn't been able to kill any of the anomalous beasts. She'd killed bigger things than those, but the beasts here were tougher and smarter. She'd successfully driven a bunch away from settlements, sure, but she hadn't won in a way that had mattered.

And now Adora wants to take her on whatever a mission of goodwill is.

So Catra just habitually makes a nuisance of herself, being limp dead weight that Adora's forced to hold upright, her tail battering Adora's legs. "What even is a mission of goodwill anyway?" she groans.

[youmiscalculated]

The more active Adora is, the less she has to think about what it was like to be controlled by something, but she is in a naturally good mood for the first time since the rifts closed. Catra's had a lot to do with why she didn't do her own brooding, but she understands her girlfriend needs different things. But she can only sulk for so long. Adora could heal her, they both know she would without even being asked, but it's magic, and that's something Adora would never push on anyone, especially not Catra. Never her, not after the way they grew up.

But she can do something else unexpected, and she simply swoops Catra into her arms and plants a firm kiss on her cheek.

"It's where we go cheer people up in the infirmaries who need things, mostly a little company. Think of it as an extension of rebuilding Etheria."

for bay⸻

[catchtheseclaws]

After Adora dragged her to go deliver magic toys to sick people and kids, Catra should be staying indoors in a locked room to avoid anybody else trying to drag her into doing it. Instead, she's back in Nott, perched on a pile of rubble as she thoughtfully watches Solaris.

The entertainers aren't part of any of the factions here, and yet they're allowed to wander freely, without restriction. Catra's like this close to asking Solaris if she (and Adora) can join their band, just so that they can be free of all this war bullshit. Catra hasn't even been here long and already she hates having to tiptoe around certain topics in Thorne.

And you know what else she hates? The bird familiar that had appeared to her recently and is currently settled happily on her shoulder. Catra's already tried shooing them, yelling at them, and running away from them. It doesn't help. She's resigned herself to their company. Right now they're preening her mane of hair as Catra scowls.

The scowl almost vanishes in embarrassment when she sees Bay. But, horrible shame over her behavior or not, Catra... actually thinks she counts Bay as a friend, so it's not awful to see her.

"Hey, are you here to see the entertainer too?" she greets, scowl giving way for an amused little smirk. "Here to deliver stuff, ooooor do you just want to see her lift a whole wagon over her head? Trust me, it's pretty impressive."

[wasalmostdaphne]

Bay had figured after the quick escape, and weird body language when Rhy needed her culinary knowledge, Catra was avoiding her. Or at least not ready to face whatever new information she'd gotten of herself yet. So it was a nice change Catra was so chatty.

"Taking supplies and treats to the infirmaries." Bay's eyes flick to the bird, decides she's not going to ask, and returns her attention to Catra. "Solaris is... very distracting, so it should probably wait until after I've finished helping."

There's nothing in the way Bay said it to suggest anything, but there's a subtle shift to her weight and a slight shuffle of her gaze, if only a moment. The thought is more than tempting, to stay and watch. But there are people in pain across most of the territory.

"I could use a favor, I initially wanted Mat along but he's busy. Between bandages over their face, or their injuries changing the way their mouth moves when they talk, I can't reliably understand everyone in the infirmaries." Bay didn't want to burden anyone injured during the attacks with either misplaced sympathy for her, or anger at an misread slight. If these were just pretentious jerks with high collars they could go to hell. "I could use someone who can hear to interact with them? Or prompt me into answering?"

[catchtheseclaws]

The bird -- they've told Catra their name, but Catra is so far refusing to use it -- gives a cheerful warble, fluttering their wings in greeting at Bay. The stupid thing already knows somehow that Catra thinks of her as a friend.

(Solaris is indeed very distracting. If Catra wasn't madly in love with Adora, she'd be over there flirting with Solaris. Because damn.)

The smirk falls off Catra's face as Bay outlines what she needs, anxiety churning in her gut. Does she really want to interact with people that are injured because she couldn't kill the beasts fast enough, or at all? Sure, she's not the only person responsible, but... it's still weighing heavily on her mind how useless she was.

But she still winds up saying, "Sure," and hops down from the pile of rubble she'd made a temporary seat. "If I can do one thing pretty good, it's listen." She flicks her ears, nonchalant. "So why do you need to talk with them anyway? Giving out those little trinket things Solaris was handing out?"

[wasalmostdaphne]

"Those, and I've baked a few things myself. We'll swing by the kitchens to collect them on the way." Bay's nature was to help where she could, especially since during the attack there was basically nothing she could do. Except occasionally need rescuing. "Plus several of them don't mind the company."

It wasn't like she could involve herself in the other clean-up efforts. And, well, people liked to see a friendly face if that was an option.

Of course, Bay had a few questions on her mind. She stalled a little to as she gathered a basket and filled it with curios for the injured. When her face was bac on Catra's she figured to ask, "How are you doing, with all of this. And everything else?"