November 24, 1998
Written by Zhie
Claudus looked
up from his work. He scanned what he could see of the hallway through the
door. It wasn't completely open, so his view wasn't what he would have
liked it to be.
At a glance,
there didn't seem to be anyone there. It was also odd that anyone would be
wandering around in this particular corridor, due to other circumstances that
evening. Unless, of course, anyone also included a particular insomniatic
ten-year-old.
He quietly rose
from his chair and proceeded to the door. Raising his head to sniff the
air, he turned his attention to what was to the left of the door. He made
his move, jumping out from the doorway to face the person in hiding. His
cape swept around his feet.
Anyone else
would have flinched. He towered over most, and even more than did so over
her. Yet she just smiled up at him and saluted. "Good Evening, Lord
Claudus."
"Good
evening, Little One," he said as he crouched down to reach her height.
"And why are we still awake at this hour?"
"How can
I sleep with all the excitement?" she asked him, her eyes brightly
shining, accented by the dark markings around them. "There isn't
anyone in there with you, is there?" she said softly.
"No, I'm
just catching up on some paper work." he paused, then turned to the
adjacent closet and said, "You can come out of there, Snarf."
The door
creaked open, and a red and yellow tail swung out, then, the rest of the body
followed. "Gosh, snarf, snarf -- lovely evening." Snarf cleared his
throat. "I think I'll check on baby Panthro, snarf, snarf." he said,
and started off down the hall. "G'night"
"Goodnight, Snarf. Sleep well." the Lion called.
"Same to
you, Claudus." Snarf said, and disappeared around the corridor.
Claudus nodded
at him and turned his attention back to the cheetah, shaking his head.
"Using Snarf as a lookout again." He placed his paw on her
shoulder. "I assume you took care not to wake anyone besides him."
Claudus said, motioning toward Snarf.
"I didn't
wake anybody else. You have my word as a Thundercat." she
assured him.
"Well,
little girls that don't get enough sleep don't grow up to be great
warriors." he told her.
She sighed.
"I get enough sleep. I'm not tired." she explained.
"Sometimes it's hard, though. Especially when I hear everybody
talking, like tonight." she said.
"You
weren't eavesdropping on them, were--"
"No!"
she shouted, then, "No, I get those voices in my head sometimes. I
hear what's going on. Sometimes, it's not so bad, but when they're all
talking about the same thing..."
This time, he
cut her off. "Why don't you come and help me, Little One." He
stood, and extended his hand to her. "Come on. I could
use someone like you to keep me awake."
She took
his hand and followed him into the office. "You're sure this is okay?
Jaga always says that the kids belong in the west wing."
"Well, you
came to the east wing without permission, and that means you're not afraid of
Jaga, else you wouldn't have made it this far. And besides," he
added, sitting her atop the desk, "I'm Lord of the Thundercats."
She readjusted
herself so that she would face him when he sat down. His cape flowed down
around the chair, billowing around the side of the desk like a cloud.
"But Jaga makes a lot of the rules." she informed him.
"Ah -- but
I have the Sword of Omens." he said with a laugh, leaning back in his
chair. "Jaga is high council leader. I depend on his knowledge
to allow things to run smoothly and trust his judgment on matters."
"Kind of
like how Snarf takes care of me because my parents don't have time to."
she said, nodding.
"Yes, exactly."
he said, then paused. "No, no, it's not like that." He set
his hands on top of the desk, palms flush with it. "It's not that
your parents don't have time for you, it's that they are very, very busy, and
they..." he trailed off. "What I mean to say is that they have
demanding jobs, extreme responsibility, and..."
"...they
don't have time for me." She finished. "I didn't say
that they don't care about me and Sahara--"
"Sahara
and I." he corrected.
"--Sahara
and I, but they do a really important thing, and I know it keeps them busy a lot.
That's why I've got Snarf. He does the stuff they can do, but don't
have time for."
"Good.
That's good. I'm glad you understand. I assumed you did, but...I
know how hard it is for children to live in this place. It's very
demanding." He drew in a deep breath and lowered his voice.
"And just between you and me, it's a little frightening to know there'll be
one more here by morning."
"I know
what you mean." comforted the child. "I just don't
know what I'll do if it's another girl. I'll probably be forced to share
my room with her!" she exclaimed, tossing her arms up dramatically.
Claudus smiled.
"I don't think it would come to that, Little One. I wouldn't be
surprised if you were relocated to the east wing within a few years."
"You don't
really think Jaga's going to let you do that, do you?" she asked him.
"I already
told you, Jaga helps me make decisions, but I'm still Lord of the ThunderCats."
A cloaked
figure appeared at the doorway. Claudus turned his attention to him.
"What is it?"
The figure
moved forward and spoke. "You said you wanted to be present
when the child was born. Temilee tells me it will not be long."
Claudus nodded.
"I just need to get the sword from the chamber, and I'll meet you there.
Dismissed." The figure stood, unmoving. "Dismissed."
Claudus looked up. Is there something to add?"
Jaga narrowed
his eyes. "What is that doing here." he spat.
"Silence
your tongue." warned the Lord. "That is a future
ThunderCat warrior, and at present, and Thunderian Noble. I will thank you
to treat her as such"
"She is a
child and belongs in the west wing, not in your chambers."
"I asked
her to come with me to greet the newest member of our clan this evening.
It is necessary for her to learn about her heritage. It won't be long
before she upholds the code just as you do." He narrowed his
eyes at the jaguar. "And I decide who is and is not allowed in my
chambers. Dismissed." he pointed to the door.
Jaga emitted a
low growl in the back of his throat. "As you wish, my Lord." he
saluted, then left the room.
Claudus turned
back to Cheetara. "He didn't scare you, did he, Little
One?"
"Nope." she said, hopping down off the desk. "Nothin'
scares me."
"Nothing?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing
I'm going to tell you about." she smiled.