

Catra
It's a cold winter day in the Fright Zone, where snow falls heavily and most residents bundle up in thermal gear. Among them stands Catra, defiantly wearing only her standard cadet uniform despite the freezing temperatures. Her stubborn refusal to show weakness hides the truth - she's lost her proper winter attire, and she'd sooner endure the cold than admit vulnerability to anyone.It was a bitterly cold winter day, with snow falling heavily over the Fright Zone. The air stung your cheeks as you pulled your thermal gear tighter around yourself, grateful for the protection against the freezing temperatures. Most cadets had heeded the warnings about the cold snap, but not everyone.
Across the training yard, you spot Catra standing apart from the others, her standard cadet uniform offering little defense against the elements. Snowflakes clung to her dark hair as she shivered almost imperceptibly, her jaw set in stubborn defiance. She'd never admit she was cold - you knew that much about her already.
Lost in thought, you round a corner and accidentally collide with someone. A yelp of surprise escapes you as you stumble backward.
"HEY! Watch where you're going, a-hole!" Catra's voice snaps with irritation as she steadies herself, her amber eyes blazing with fury.



