Blake walked side-by-side with Catra out into the practice match, Catra opting to be opposite Blake, the two of them mirrored across the volleyball net.
Catra winked at Blake, "Cute bow, Belladonna~" Turning up the charm, if only to frustrate and annoy the cat faunus.

Blake scowled at her, stretching as she prepared herself for the match.
"Begin!" The coach called out. "Red, serving first." Catra's side of the match got into position, Catra not needing much direction to participate, swaying back and forth on the balls of her bare feet, looking wound up like a spring.
BWAK! the sound of the volleyball being launched, the backspin on it enough to keep it in-bounds, Blake's teammate catching the tail-end of it, passing it to Blake.
Shit… Blake thought bitterly, her only option being to lob it in Catra's direction, over the net weakly.
Catra, seeing her opportunity, spiked the ball right back over the net, Blake diving to return, missing by inches.
"Point, red!" The coach called.
Catra's tail swayed, her smirk more smug than ever. "Nice dive, Blakey."
Blake kept calm, reminding herself that Catra loved to get under someone's skin to distract them. Easy, Blake. This isn't a contest. She's just trying to get you upset.
"C'mon Blake." Nora came up beside Blake, her slightly-too-large volleyball uniform filling Blake's peripheral vision. "You don't normally look so smoldering at a miss. Lighten up!" Nora grinned, giving Blake a friendly elbow.
Blake looked over at JNPR's powerhouse, and let herself smile. "Thanks, Nora."
Nora gave her a thumbs up, returning to her spot, and getting ready to serve.
"Blue, serve!"

Blake was coated in sweat by the time they had finished practice, their coach had pushed them all a bit further than usual today.
Ew, I stink. Blake decided, going into the shower stalls and grabbing her extra outfit on the way.
Blue and yellow glowing eyes noticed, their owner soon following after the Huntress in Training.
Blake was generally thankful for modern architecture and amenities, public showers being one of them.
After Adam…. She thought bitterly.
After leaving Adam on that train, it had been rough for a few weeks, and the public services offered within even smaller towns and cities on the way to Beacon had been a blessing she'd never considered.
Warm water and a place to rest, if not a warm place to sleep. These were the things that Blake had grown a new appreciation for while drifting alone.
Such appreciation, that she hadn't noticed a certain other cat leaning casually against the shower stall's outcropping, clothes left at the neighboring shower stall.
"Hey Blakey." Catra greeted calmly.
Blake squeaked involuntarily. Nudeness didn't necessarily bother her, but being outed as a faunus definitely did. Comically, this left Blake to cover her ears in the same way one would normally cover their private areas: quickly and with an embarrassed blush.
"CATRA." Blake growled, setting her jaw. "What are you bothering me about now?" The warm water flowed over Blake, occasionally a few streams would batter against Blake's cat ears, the only changing stimulus for a few moments while Catra formed her sentence.
'Why the angry tone, Blake? If you're not careful, someone will figure out that we didn't meet just today, and in fact, have met many times before, in the White Fang, under Sienna herself."
Catra waltzed up to her own showerhead, confident enough to break eye contact with the coiled-up faunus.
"Catra, answer the question!" Blake snarled, a bit too loud for her own liking.
Thankfully, the locker rooms were emptied, as both Blake and Catra had taken longer to pack up than everyone else.
"Aw, kitten… You break my heart with your harsh words. Doesn't our time spent together mean anything to you? We worked so well, side-by-side."
Blake took a calming breath, not daring to look away as Catra lathered up her copious amounts of hair. A slight tan line outlined her hairline, from her red headpiece, no doubt.
Blake spoke again, much more collected this time. "You kill without needing to. That's why I left your team, and that's why I left Adam. That is why you're here, isn't it?"
Catra rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I'm a little offended. You really think we can get anywhere without killing?" Tell her you're with Adam at first, see where her loyalties lie. Sienna's words echoed in Catra's mind, and Catra found herself dodging the question a bit.
Blake hesitated, her eyes resting on Catra's left shoulder, where a number was tattooed, deeply in the flesh, preventing fur from growing properly.
Blake grabbed Catra's wrist. "Killing innocent humans won't get us anywhere."
"Us?" Catra questioned. "I thought you left the White Fang?" Catra didn't look bothered, even when Blake slammed Catra's back to the tiled wall.
"I did!" Blake protests, growing tired of the argument, baring her teeth when Catra takes a breath to continue.
"Blakey….Are you sure we can't talk more later? As much as I appreciate this very steamy argument, we can't have you staying too close to me, you might start pushing your boundaries." Catra let the innuendo stand on its own, her tail teasingly tickling Blake's rear to clarify.
Blake jumped back, as if stabbed. "Ugh." She tried to put more disgust in her tone, but instead shook her head, rinsing off and returning to her shower, trying to ignore the smug satisfaction Catra was sending her way.

Unfortunately, the conversation had brought forth memories she'd rather had kept buried.