WilyKat youngest of the Thundercats looked around his room. For once it was immaculate. He'd worked all the day before on it, the floor was clean and polished the bed neat and made, his dresser full of freshly folded clothes. The only thing out of place was the white linen sheet that he knelt upon. His uniform tunic had been discarded and lay folded carefully beside him leaving him only in shorts. Infront of him sat a silver basin carefully polished, to his left was a gleaming knife intricately inscribed with the code of Thundera and too his right was a sword, not the sword omens but still a mighty blade.

In this cub this young man surged an ancient power that spanned the universe. Anger. To many times had he been mocked and overlooked by his Lord. Despite risking his life numerous times t save both his comrades and innocents he was still overlook and under appreciated. Insult and slights laid upon one another found their way into his heart. And there they remained feeding his blood and body the raw primal force that made it possible for life to survive and fight. Like a small seed it had lain dormant, a vessel of power just waiting to be tapped.

A few days ago WilyKat's limit had been reached and he began to study and plan. Every Thunderain knew how the sword of Omens had been forged, how the first Lord had fused his soul with the blade awaking it. Today he planneed to do the same.

As the sun reached it's peak he picked the knife. Holding it in bothe hands high above his head he angled the blade downwards and brought it down at his heart, stopping just and the blade broke the skin. A sall trickle of blood dripped down his chest which he then let drip into the basin. He's hearts blood, the essence of his life ran into the basin slowly until the bottom was covered. Switching the knife to his left hand he parted the vein in his right wrist. The blood flowed over the inscription and into the basin.

He pressed the bleeding wrist to his chest mingling the blood from chest and arm. Then laying the knife carfully down so as not to allow the blood to touch the floor he ran his wrist covered in blood along the flat of the sword's blade. And held the sword up into the light so the blade flashed crimson. ""You've tasted the blood of my heart the essence of my life and the blood of my body. Now by that blood I bind you to me, never shall you harm one of my blood or me." The bade warmed as the blood was drawn inside the mettle. Setting the sword aside he picked up the knife once more and routh the flat of the blade down accross his knee snapping it in two along with its inscription, the code of Thundera.

"I've broken the code." He said to the sword as he picked it up again. "By ancient law we have rebelled against our master's teaching and are free." He touched the tip of the sword to the blood in the basin and watched as the blood flowed upwards over the blade, which he then held a lot. "You've drank my blood, now we drink together." The blood flowed down the sword but rather than running off the blade it mearly spread downward until both sword and kitten were red. "I WilyKat have awoken you and fed you, now I shall name you."

"Meterjahn the Vindicator."

A red glow spread from the deadly blade until it engulfed both kitten and sword, when it faded WilyKat was healed and all traces of the ancient cermony were gone. All that remained was the sword which beat with it's own pulse. When he sat the sword aside it became cold and grey but in his hand the cold mettle reclaimed it's life and power casting a faint red glow. It did not fly like the sword of Omens, WilyKat unlike Lion-O had not inherted it, it was as much apart of him as his arm. When summoned it appeared in his hand with a flash of crimson light.

Meterjahn was forged in the hot blood of youth and given purpose by its creators anger it had true power and a thirst to match. It would serve its master uneraly and willingly.

"WilyKat ran his hand down the razor sharp blade lovingly knowing it wouldn't cut him. "We have a lot to do." He said softly then heard the door opening. In an instant the sword reverted to blood and drew inside of him awaiting a summons.

"There you are WilyKat!" WilyKit exclaimed.

He relaxed instantly he was always happy to see his sister, the thrum of Meterjahn's power inside him lowered, it was powered by his hurt and anger none of which was borne for his sister. "What's up?" He asked.

"The Lunatak's are attacking the Warrior Maidens! Lion-O needs us, I was worried when you didn't respond to the signal."

For a second the power flared with in him begging form but was quieted by a life time of conditioning. "Let go!" He said dashing out of the room, WilyKit was close behind.

The scene they found was out of a horror movie. The treetop kingdom was inflames, the Lunataker firing huge balls of fire into trees that somehow weren't aflame. Chilla stood behind a wall of iced maidens throwing Ice grenades. A group of Warrior maidens under Alluro's control were firing at the ThunderCats and the remaining Maidens.

"Where have you been!?" Lion-O demanded seeing WilyKat.

"I was." WilyKat stammered

"Never mind we'll talk about it later!" The lion snapped.

WilyKat sweltered and Meterjahn sang in his blood but he forced himself to remain calm, his friends were in danger.

With the Thundercats now in full force the Free warrior maidens fought with a renewed energy, slowly the tide of battle turned.

"Fall back!" Luna ordered. Before they retreated Lion-O saw TugMug lining up a shot at Nadia, and it wasn't a carbine. As the Lion Lord ran to stop TugMug WilyKat saw something Lion-O didn't, Chilla'd set one of her ice grenades in his path.

"No!" WilyKat cried his earlier anger forgotten putting his space board into a deep dive he knocked his lord off his feet.

Nadia's final scream rocked the battle field.

"We win ThunderCat's." Luna cried victoriously as they retreated to Darkside.

Lion-O growled and flung WilyKat off of him. "What the hell did you think you were doing!?" He demanded.

WilyKat opened his mouth about to explain about the ice grenade when Lion-O grabbed him. "She died because of you!" He swore. Red lights exploded behind WilyKat's eyes. "Meterjahn!" He called his hand flaired crimson and the pulsing blade materialized in his hand. The rolling waves of power forced Lion-O to release WilyKat and step back.

"One life is better than two." WilyKat said numbly. He held out Meterjahn, the ice grenade floated to Lion-O surrounded by crimson light. "Chilla left that, for you, I stopped you to save your worthless life."

Lion-O gaped at the deadly grenade picturing what would have happened if he'd stepped on it. "WilyKat I'm.." He began.

"Worthless." WilyKat cut in, he help his sword high the blade becoming a brilliant red. "I renounce you Lion-O I renounce you the ThunderCat's and the code of Thundera.

"WilyKat." Kit said worriedly. "Where will you go, what will you do?"

The terrible blade dimmed as he smiled at his sister. "I don't know but don't worry I'll never harm you." With that he turned and waled away.

THE END

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