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The party was in full swing at ThunderManx’s house. All of the Thundercats were in attendance, but most of the Warrior Maidens had returned to their camp. Willa and Nayda stayed behind to enjoy the festivities. There was a slight hush as Jackalman walked through the door.
Racina’s eyes lit up. “Uncle Shalman!”
WilyKit’s eyebrow went up. “Uncle Shalman?”
Jackalman shook his head. “That’s my real name. Anyone have a problem with that?”
WilyKit and WildKat smirked and walked off.
Jackalman shook his head and turned his attention back to his niece, who was hugging him firmly.
Racina released her uncle and said, “Did you find anything on Plundarr?”
Jackalman shook his head sadly. “Shayala died seven years ago during an uprising, but I did meet her ‘master.’ He’s a good man who serves on the Emperor’s council and is trying to reform Plundarr from the inside. He loved her very much, and that’s good enough for me.” He glanced towards the open door where a pair of inquisitive eyes were peering. Jackalman smiled. “I did find something, though.” He motioned towards the door, encouraging a slender seven-year-old jackal boy to enter the room. He was fearful of all the boisterous thunderians, but he made his way over to Jackalman’s side.
Jackalman said, “Racina, meet your half-brother Tascus.”
Tascus smiled shyly and said, “Good to meet you.” After an uncertain moment, he extended a hand.
Racina grasped it, smiled, and then dropped the handshake—opting to hug the surprised young jackal instead.
Jackalman laughed and smiled proudly. “His father thought he should live here where it’s safe.” Racina giggled and hugged Tasco harder, making his eyes grow wider.
Elsewhere, WildKat was making a toast. “Here’s to friends, here’s to wives, here’s to my sister, may she find someone to share her life!” WilyKit shook her head and rolled her eyes, making everyone else laugh.
WildKat looked around and said, “You know something? I think I’m getting tired of this nickname thing. Just call me WilyKat again.”
WilyKit smirked. “Whatever you say, WildKat.”
WilyKat chuckled. “If I had known you would do that, I would have applied reverse psychology on you years ago, sis.”
WilyKit shrugged. “Just doing my job!”
“Whatever. Can we do this garter thing now?”
ThunderManx said, “Heh, as much as I like ThunderManx, I’d rather be plain old ThorrManx again. Kitara never liked that name, and I can’t remember her ever using it anyway.”
Stripe and DeathClaw looked at each other. DeathClaw said, “Heck no, I like ‘DeathClaw!’”
Stripe laughed and said, “Well, just about everyone called me Stripe and left off the White for as long as I can remember.”
Kitara sauntered up to ThorrManx. “I don’t know, hon. I think ThunderManx is sexy!”
ThorrManx tried to read her, but she was blocking her thoughts. He could sense an air of mischeviousness about her, though. He raised an eyebrow. “You really like that name, hon?”
Kitara wrinkled her nose and said, “Jaga no!”
ThorrManx laughed heartily.
WilyKat was impatient and glanced at Kitara and Trameea. “Come on you two, let’s wrap this up.”
Kitara said, “You just want to see my legs up close, don’t you, boy?”
WilyKat pointed his eyes upward and shook his head.
Kitara and Trameea put one leg on a chair and the husbands removed their garters to several hoots and catcalls. WilyKat tossed his in a blind hook shot, making it land near Lion-o. The Lord of the Thundercats picked it up and smiled sheepishly. Willa stood next to him and laughed.
ThorrManx was more directed. His was aimed towards Stripe, and it landed on his shoulder. Stripe picked it off and looked at it for a moment, then Lepraa looked at ThorrManx with a raised eyebrow—causing another round of laughter.
Trameea and Kitara took their Bridal Bouquets and held them up. They turned to face away from the crowd, looked at each other briefly, and smiled wickedly. They spun around and threw the bouquets forcefully at WilyKit, who instinctively caught both of them: one in each hand. WilyKit opened her mouth with an expression of exasperation and shock, and the whole place erupted with loud laughter. Trameea and Kitara gave each other a “high-five,” and WilyKit continued to give them bad looks. She couldn’t help but start laughing too.
The party lasted a couple more hours. As everyone were starting to say goodnight to each other, Kitara got up from the couch she was sitting on. She looked down at her husband and started to grin wickedly.
ThorrManx flashed a look of concern. “Hon, you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking… are you?”
Kitara exposed her teeth and ripped away the seal on her ceremonial armor with her right hand. The armor’s green glow flared in brightness for a moment, then the armor faded away—leaving Kitara nude in front of everyone with only her fur covering her.
ThorrManx shouted out, “Kitara!”
The gathered people stopped talking, and most of the men stared in shock. Around the corner in the living room, the jackals' ears perked up at the sudden silence.
Kitara started swinging her hips and made ThorrManx shout “Kitara!” again.
Kitara reached down and grabbed ThorrManx’s armor seal firmly. He looked up at her in surprise, his dark blue pupils nearly closed. She exposed her teeth in a wicked smile again, ripped the seal apart, and ran towards the living room. As she approached the stunned male jackals, Racina quickly put her hands over Tascus' eyes and held him there. The little jackal complained with a "Hey!" but didn't try to break her grip. Jackalman raised one eyebrow and watched with amusement as the mischievous Kitara ran out the front door and into the night.
ThorrManx stood naked and completely embarrassed. Several of the women giggled. He shouted after his new wife, who was taunting him from somewhere in the dark outside. “I’m gonna get you, Kitara! I’m reaaaaly gonna get you!” He ran towards the front door, enduring a loud round of whistles and hoots as he crossed the living room as fast as his bare feet could take him.
Still holding her hands over her little half-brother's eyes, it was Racina's turn to shout, "Hey!" as Jackalman quickly put his hands over her eyes from behind.
After ThorrManx disappeared out the front door, the entire place erupted in laughter for a good minute or so. Most of the people were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. Once everyone calmed down, they resumed their good-byes. WilyKit hugged WilyKat and Trameea. “Good luck, you two.”
Trameea rubbed WilyKit’s back with her free hand. “It’s not like we’re going anywhere, you know. Well, we’re going to move into a house of our own, but we’ll still be here.”
WilyKit said, “Yeah, I know. It’s just that… I’m going back to Third Earth.”
WilyKat released his half of the hug. “You are? Why?”
WilyKit shrugged. “I don’t know. I want to live with my family over there for a while. I’ll be back someday, promise!”
Lion-o walked over. “I’m going to Third Earth for a while too.”
WilyKat’s eyes went wide. “You are?”
Willa walked up beside Lion-o and put an arm around his waist. Lion-o smiled warmly at her, looked back at WilyKat, and said, “Yes.”
As the Lord of the Thundercats and the Queen of the Treetop Village walked off together, WilyKit said, “Now I’ve seen everything.”
Tygra and Cheetara came over and each put a hand on WilyKat and Trameea’s shoulders. Tygra said, “Congratulations to both of you. You’ve come a long way, WilyKat.”
Cheetara smiled. “That goes double for me.” She left arm-in-arm with Tygra, and they stopped in the living room when they saw Jackalman, Racina, and Tascus. They had just finished laughing about something, and Jackalman wore an expression of pride that they had never seen before.
Cheetara said, “We’ve come a long way, huh?”
Jackalman dropped the smile, bowed his head slightly, and said, “Yes, we sure have.” He looked back up into her eyes and offered a warm grin.
Cheetara put a hand on his shoulder and said, “I’m happy for you.”
Jackalman chuckled and drew his new family closer to his sides. “Thanks. That means a lot to me, Cheetara.” He looked over at Tygra, who was wearing a somewhat blank expression. “You, on the other hand…”
Tygra shook his head as he refocused on Jackalman. “What?”
Jackalman extended his hand and chuckled. “Let’s be friends, stripey boy. Nyah hah hah hah.”
Tygra growled a bit, then glanced at Cheetara, who gave him a slightly irritated look. Tygra’s eyes went between Racina and Tascus before returning to the wily jackal in front of him. He shook his hand and said, “You’re okay Jackalman, but…”
Jackalman cocked his head. “What?”
Tygra’s eyes narrowed. “I still owe you a butt-kicking for that time at the Snarf College.”
Jackalman looked amused. “That? Oh come on, I saved your worthless striped hide that night.”
“Then there was the time you knocked me out from behind…”
Jackalman snickered. “Yeah, and that was for all the times you humiliated me over the years.”
Cheetara groaned. “Are you two going to argue all night?”
Tygra glanced at his mate and smiled sheepishly. “You’re right. Jackalman, if there’s anything I can do for you…”
Jackalman nodded and extended his hand again. “Likewise…” He paused for a moment and smiled before saying “friend” with emphasis.
Tygra shook his hand again, but with more feeling.
Jackalman stared at Tygra and Cheetara as they left. He looked down at the beaming Racina and said, “I can’t believe I just did that.” He shook his hand as if trying to dislodge something nasty. Racina giggled and hugged her uncle, making him laugh. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.
Outside, Cheetara pulled Tygra closer as they walked towards the lair. “I’m proud of you, hon.”
Tygra grimaced. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I’m still proud of you, hon.”
Tygra sighed and kissed Cheetara’s temple. “The things I do for thunderian/mutant relations.”
Back at the house, DeathClaw and Nayda approached WilyKit, WilyKat, and Trameea. “We’re not going to Third Earth, at least not yet.”
Nayda said, “Yes, TenClaws has much to show me, don’t you?”
WilyKat said, “He does know where all the good spots are.”
Nayda giggled. DeathClaw said, “See you later, bro.”
Panthro hugged WilyKat and said, “Way to go, son.”
WilyKat smiled proudly and said, “Thanks, man. If you ever need me for anything, I’ll be around.”
Panthro grinned. “You can count on me to put you to work, Kat.”
WilyKat paused with a look of uncertainty. Panthro laughed and left.
As more guests started to filter out, WilyKat tugged playfully at the strap on his armor. Trameea’s eyes widened. She said, “Don’t you dare!”
WilyKat patted the strap and chuckled. “It’s kind of nice that we don’t have to live in each other’s minds like Manx and Kitara, huh?”
Trameea said, “Yeah. You’re enough to deal with on the outside.”
WilyKat frowned. “What’s that supposed to…”
Trameea interrupted him with a passionate kiss, bringing on another round of laughter from the remaining guests. WilyKit walked by and patted her brother on the shoulder on her way out. WilyKat looked longingly in Trameea’s eyes for a moment before excusing himself to follow his sister outside.
WilyKit felt his apprehension and wondered what could possibly be wrong on this night. “What is it, brother?”
WilyKat looked down with sadness. “I had all that power. The power to change the universe.”
WilyKit looked confused.
WilyKat breathed in and out a couple times. “I did all that stuff, but didn’t think about bringing back our parents.”
WilyKit gasped. “I don’t think you should have brought anyone back, but…” she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I guess it all turned out good.”
“Yeah, but…” WilyKat’s expression changed to one of regret. “I was so focused on getting even with Jaga the Mighty and all, I didn’t think of using the sword to bring back Kitra and Katren.”
WilyKit nodded. “Don’t blame yourself, huh? There was so much going on.”
WilyKat sighed harshly. “Don’t you get it? I had that sword—I could do anything with it, but all I could think about was revenge.”
WilyKit sighed and put both her hands on his shoulders, making him look directly into her eyes. “Hey, I miss them too, but the past is the past. Don’t let it bother you, because as far as I’m concerned, you did what was right in the end. You should be proud of yourself, brother.”
WilyKat paused for a moment, then started to laugh lightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. After all, at least I brought Lion-o and Jaga back.”
WilyKit brought her brother in for a hug. “If Kitra and Katren can see us now, you know they’re happy for us, and we will see them again eventually.”
WilyKat sniffed a few tears back and said, “You’re right. I love you, sis.”
WilyKit patted him on the back. “I love you too, Kat. Now, go back in there, be a good cat, and spoil your wife.”
WilyKat broke the hug and smiled. “Will do! Good night, sis.”
WilyKit smiled and said, “Go!” She grinned as she watched her brother walk back towards the house.
The rest of the guests left the house and slowly made their way back to their homes, camps, and Cat’s Lair. WilyKit glanced back one more time to see the lights go out, and smiled to herself as she saw Lepraa and Stripe kissing each other in the shadow of a tree on the far side of the property before going their separate ways for the night.
It had been a long day, and tomorrow would be different. So many new lives were beginning together, and to the happy thunderians, mutants, and humans walking home through the streets on that warm and starlit night, it felt as if a new golden age had begun.