Here's a little oneshot of 150 words on Zutara, set in the beginning of Firebending Masters when Zuko just joined and Katara's still unhappy about him. Not an entry, just a drabble.
Title: Attitude
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"Here, Katara," Zuko spoke. He passed her a piece of bread.
The warm fire between them crackled, the firewood splinters turning into ashes and glowing a bright red.
She rolled her eyes, but still took it from him. She wasn't exactly on speaking terms with the heir to the Fire Nation throne. And him being that of position; was why.
"A piece of bread won't soften me, Zuko." She hurled the dry bread into the sea in front of them.
"Neither will your little acts of kindness." She looked into his gold eyes that shone in the pitch black dark, and narrowed her own cerulean ones.
Katara stood up, scuffed the ground with her foot, which in turn kicked up a cloud of dust at Zuko's face.
He coughed automatically, his eyes tearing.
He wiped the tears away with his sleeve, but once he could see again, she had gone.