Tiger by the Tail

The sun was spreading its rays thinly across the sky, but it was a sight Cheetara had hoped she would be missing this morning. An hour had passed since Tygra was meant to have taken over guard duty, and she was not prepared to wait for him a minute longer. There was a warm bed waiting for her and she intended to be in it before another hour was out.

All the same, it was not like him to be late. She knew he was up, because he had looked in just before dawn and told her that he would be working in the hangar. The hydraulics in the lifting mechanism had seized up, leaving the Paw raised from the ground. With room enough for a Mutant army to march under, repairing them was a priority. Temporary sensors had been set up to warn of intruders, but they would only work for so long, especially in this incessant spring rain, which had fallen steadily for several weeks without break. Everything was sodden, and what was not soaked through was grinding to a halt, like the Paw. No one liked to ask Tygra whether he had considered waterproofing the hydraulics in the building of the Lair, but his insistence on being the one to repair them had created the general impression that he held himself to blame.

The morning was cold and the blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders did little to dispel the general air of cloying dampness that seemed to have seeped into the very walls of the Lair. The central heating system was fighting a losing battle as long as the Paw stayed up. Already, she could feel the chill coming from under the hangar door as she entered the corridor. Still up then, she thought. No doubt Tygra was doing his best. He would probably apologise profusely for his tardiness, then ask if she would mind waiting a few minutes more, because he almost had the problem solved. If so, the chances of her getting any sleep in the next couple of hours were fading fast.

Her breath created misty plumes that spiralled lazily away behind her as she made her way towards the door. At her approach, it opened and a rush of cold air hit her full in the face. She shivered, and, pulling the blanket more closely about her and feeling decidedly ungenerous, she entered. The hangar was quiet, save for the gentle patter of rain on the roof. Tygra was nowhere to be seen. Cheetara hesitated, wondering whether she had heard him right. No, he definitely said this is where he would be, she thought. But if he was here, then whatever he was doing did not involve much noise.

"Tygra?" she called uncertainly. "Are you here?"

The sound of her voice echoed in the empty spaces and came back to her unanswered. She sighed with annoyance. It was all she needed. A mystery this early in the morning when she was already feeling tired and grouchy.

"Don't mess with me, tiger," she said out loud. "I'm not in the mood for it this morning."

That got a reply, but not the sort she was expecting. It was a curious, low guttural noise, like an annoyed purr. So unusual was it that she began to wonder if she had imagined it. Certainly it was not something she would have associated with Tygra. While it was generally accepted that the various peoples of Thundera had evolved from primitive quadruped predators, exploring one's bestial nature had never been encouraged. The odd feral battle-cry was permissible, but its use in everyday speech was considered vulgar. Their savage beginnings were seen as something to be risen above, not embraced.

Which made this odd sound all the more unsettling. Cheetara glanced about the hangar, trying to detect from which direction it had come. A few steps deeper into the chamber and noise started again, this time sounding more menacing than before. She froze, realising that her movement had triggered this reaction. Not quickly enough it seemed, for from the corner of the room, a shape started to emerge. Walking on four huge feet, it stalked out from under the workbench where it had been hiding. As it moved, a tattered blue rag fell from the seemingly unending length of back, which culminated in a long twitching tail. In its massive head, blazing golden eyes were half-hidden by the creased skin of the muzzle as the creature bared a mouthful of vicious-looking fangs. This terrifying vision slowly advanced, ears laid back and its growl now transformed into a worrying roar.

Cheetara remained where she was, fearful that any sudden movement might provoke it. The beast came to a halt several feet away and regarded her warily. Hard, well-defined muscles could be seen under the orange and black striped coat and hinted at the possible power it could call upon. For all her speed, it might well get within striking distance before she could escape. A diversion was needed to gain her a few precious seconds' advantage.

For what seemed like an eternity, she held the beast's unwavering stare. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she hurled her blanket away. The beast let out a fearful roar and leapt at it, shredding the cloth with its claws. But Cheetara was already running, not daring to look back. She made it out of the hangar with seconds to spare and locked the door behind her. The metal groaned as something heavy thudded into it, but it held. Only then did she realise how fast her heart was racing. It had been a close call. Too close, she thought. She was going to need help. She needed the other Thundercats.

To her relief, she found that Lion-O was up and helping Snarf prepare breakfast. Her sudden entrance into the kitchen took them both by surprise.

"Oh, I thought you'd gone to bed," Lion-O began, but Cheetara held up her hands and stopped him.

"We've got big trouble," she said breathlessly. "Tygra's turned into a monster."

Lion-O stared at her for a moment, then a smile spread across his lips and he started to chuckle. "What's he done this time?" he said, giving Snarf a knowing look.

"I'm being serious," she said indignantly.

"What sort of monster?" asked Snarf.

"I think he's regressed to one of the ancient ancestors of Thundera." She saw the disbelief in their eyes and got the distinct impression they were humouring her. "If you don't believe me, come and see for yourselves."

Lion-O put down the butter knife he had been using and gave her an indulgent smile. "So what are you saying? That Tygra has suddenly become…what?"

"A great big tiger, yes."

"Well, he seemed all right yesterday."

"I'm glad you find this so funny," she retorted.

"I'm sorry," Lion-O said. "But it's a bit far-fetched. Tygra turned into a tiger? It's not very likely, is it?"

"Likely or not, it's happened."

Lion-O sighed. "All right. Where is he? Although if this is a joke, I want it known that I'm going along with this to keep you happy. I don't believe it for one minute."

"Weeow, you be careful," Snarf said as the pair headed out of the kitchen. "Tygra didn't have any dinner last night, so he's bound to be hungry."

"Ha, very funny," Lion-O called over his shoulder.

Cheetara led the way back to the hangar and, when she arrived at the locked door, she stood to one side and gestured for Lion-O to enter. "Try not to upset him," she said.

The door slid back and he wandered into the hangar. Cheetara remained outside and watched as he completed a circle around the Thundertank and started back towards her, with a smug look on his face. As he passed the workbench, an enraged bellow fairly lifted him from his feet. The creature sprang from the shadows straight at him. Lion-O took one look at its gaping jaws and fled. Once he had crossed the threshold, Cheetara shut and locked the door, trapping his pursuer inside the hangar, from where it roared its frustration at being thwarted yet again.

"Told you so," she said.

It took Lion-O a moment to catch his breath. "He was well angry," he said, panting. "What on Thundera's happened to him?"

"Good question. What do we do now?"

"Call a meeting. We've got to get to the bottom of this!"

***************

"Well, he's a beaut," said Panthro. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he watched the creature pacing about the hangar via the Lair's internal surveillance system. "How much d'you think he weighs?"

"Who cares?" said Snarf. "Weeow, what are we gonna do about it?"

"It would help if we knew how he got in this state in the first place," said Lion-O. He turned to Cheetara, who was leaning up against one of the side consoles. "Tell us exactly what happened when you first saw him. Perhaps we can get some clue from that."

She frowned. "I didn't see the actual transformation. He was already like he is now, although he did still have part of his uniform draped across his back, so I guess it couldn't have been happened long."

"Gotta be some kind of magic," grunted Panthro. On the viewscreen, the tiger settled down and started to clean its paws. "Well, he seems happy enough," he said.

"Happy?" squeaked Snarf. "How can poor Tygra be happy like that?"

"He didn't seem happy earlier," said Lion-O. "Unless it was just me he wasn't too pleased to see."

"No, he chased me too," said Cheetara. "Actually, I don't think he recognises us. We're just…"

"Prey?" Panthro suggested.

"I wasn't going to put it quite like that."

"Why not? Look at him. You think we're top of the food chain? Wrong, kids, he is," he said, jabbing a finger at the screen for emphasis.

"And if he doesn't recognise us, we're going to be on his menu," Snarf twittered. He glanced about the Control Room with a worried expression on his face. "We are safe up here, aren't we?"

"Sure," said Panthro. "But he can't stay there forever."

"Oh, come on," said Cheetara. "It's not as though we're going to get any trespassers with him on guard."

"I was thinking about us using the Thundertank."

"And the poop," muttered Snarf. "Who's going to clear that up?"

Lion-O held up his hands for calm. "Don't panic," he said. "If it's magic and Mumm-ra's behind it, then I have every confidence that the Sword will be able to rectify the situation."

"If you get a chance to use it," said Panthro.

"What?" said Lion-O, giving him a blank look.

"If it is magic, what's to stop old boneface turning the rest of us into our furry ancestors?" He noted the looks of consternation that passed between his fellow Thundercats. "You hadn't considered that?"

Lion-O gulped. "No, I hadn't. And I'm not sure I like the idea either."

"Like it or not, it could happen," said Panthro. "Say, what kind of cat is a Snarf anyway?"

"I don't know," said Snarf, "and I'm in no hurry to find out. Weeow, Lion-O, do something!"

"Yes, but what?" Lion-O said irritably. "Do I just point the Sword at him and hope for the best?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Panthro.

"Except he has this tendency to charge at anyone who enters the hangar," said Cheetara. "We could end up harming him, or he might hurt us."

"Then we knock him out. Couple of tranquilliser darts and he'll be sleeping like a kitten, if you'll excuse the expression." He grinned at the scowl Snarf gave him. On the screen, the tiger got to its feet, stretched and wandered back to its hiding place. "Which brings me back to my original question," he went on. "How much d'you think he weighs?"

"Two hundred kilos?" suggested Lion-O.

"And the rest," Panthro grunted. "You know, I can probably lift him, but the medical beds in the infirmary are going to buckle under the strain."

"That's not funny," said Snarf.

"Whatever happens, he can't come into the main part of the Lair," said Lion-O. "For a start, there's the Thunderkittens to consider."

"Do they know yet?" said Cheetara. "What are we going to tell them?"

"Tell us what?" came a little voice from behind them. WilyKit pushed past Lion-O and looked up her elders with concern. "What's happening? Kat and I just tried to get our spaceboards, but the hangar's locked."

Lion-O nodded. "Yes, we're, er…"

"Redecorating," said Panthro. "Don't go in there, kitten."

Her expression swiftly changed to amusement. "WilyKat is gonna get in so much trouble," she giggled.

"Why, where is he?" asked Cheetara.

WilyKit adopted a superior expression and sniffed loudly. "I told him not to do it, but he wanted to go out, so he said he was going to go round under the Paw and get his spaceboard--"

"When?" Lion-O interrupted her.

"Couple of minutes ago," she said, her eyes wide now with alarm at the urgency she heard in his voice.

"There he is!" yelled Panthro, pointing at a small figure who had appeared at the top of the screen.

"Stop him, Cheetara!" Lion-O ordered. "We'll be right behind you!"

***************

The cupboard where his spaceboard was stored was usually left open, but with the hangar's security compromised, a large padlock now hung on a chain that had been wrapped around the door handles. As luck would have it, WilyKat knew exactly where Panthro kept the key. He retrieved it from the tool drawer and set about freeing his board. The padlock was slightly beyond his reach and he had to get a tin to stand on. Placing it on the floor, he was about to clamber up when he heard a shuffling sound.

"WilyKit?" he called out. "Is that you?"

The noise stopped. He shrugged. Must've imagined it, he thought. Up on top of the tin he went and set about the padlock. Then the noise started again. Except this time, it was more like someone scraping rough soles across the floor, and, as it came closer, it was accompanied by heavy breathing. The hairs rose on the back of WilyKat's neck. Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, he turned round. A striped creature, its lips slightly parted to reveal sharp teeth, stared back at him. There was a mixture of suspicion and curiosity in its golden eyes, as if the creature was wondering whether to class him as threat or dinner. Friend would be nicer, WilyKat thought worriedly. The other options no doubt meant a personal introduction to those evil fangs.

"N-n-nice pussycat," he stammered, trying to force a smile. "I don't want to hurt you."

The creature's gaze never wavered, but WilyKat thought he saw those keen eyes narrow just a fraction. The warning came just in time. In the few seconds it took the creature to throw itself at him, he was already somersaulting over its back. He landed on top of the Thundertank and saw that the creature was taking out its frustration on the tin he had been standing on only a moment before. Then it turned its attention back to him. Its bared teeth and tensed muscles made him sure that it was preparing to spring again. WilyKat gulped and wondered where he could go next. To his relief, rescue came just in time.

"Leave him alone!" yelled a familiar voice. Looking to the rear of the tank, he found that Cheetara had suddenly appeared and now stood with staff raised, ready to take on the snarling beast. "You all right, WilyKat?"

"Sort of," he said.

"Hang in there, kiddo," she said. "Now, you!" she roared at the creature. "Back off!"

It growled and lunged at her. Cheetara jumped back out of its reach and levelled her staff at it. "Stop this!" she called to it. "You know me. I don't want to hurt you, Tygra, but I will if you make me."

"Tygra?" spluttered WilyKat. "Where's he?"

"Long story," said Cheetara. "Let's just say he's not feeling himself right now."

The creature was not daunted by her threat, and continued to advance, forcing her to retreat around the tank. As they reached the side nearest the door, it stopped and, crouching low, it began to hiss and spit.

"That doesn't look so good," said WilyKat.

"No," said Cheetara. "Any moment now--"

It sprang. She vaulted lightly into the air and came down beside WilyKat. The creature wheeled and stood upon its hind legs, trying to reach them. As a mighty paw swiped the air inches from their bodies, the hangar door suddenly slid back, and Lion-O and Panthro rushed in.

Their yells made the creature lose interest in the cornered pair and turned round to face this new threat. Lion-O held the Sword in his outstretched hand and Panthro was readying a dart gun. Seeing the odds rapidly turning against it, the creature backed up and retreated to the workbench, from where it snarled and spat a challenge.

"You two all right?" Lion-O said a touch breathlessly as he hurried over to where they sat.

"Yes," said Cheetara. "You be careful, Lion-O."

"Hang in there," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"That's what Cheetara said," WilyKat piped up. "And look where we are now!"

"I suppose you do know what you're doing?" Cheetara said.

"No, I'm winging it," Lion-O told her.

"Oh, great. That does wonders for my confidence."

"Actually, I'm hoping the Sword knows what to do." He went to move away, but Cheetara caught his arm.

"Lion-O, try not to hurt him. I know he wants to kill us, but he is still our friend."

"There's a contradiction if ever I've heard one," said Panthro.

"You know what I mean," she said.

Panthro's expression grew serious. "Sure do, Cheetara." He tapped his gun. "Don't worry. This should keep him quiet for a while. Well, Lion-O, if we're doing this…"

Lion-O nodded. "I'll draw his attention, you dart him."

He advanced towards the tiger, Sword held in a defensive position. His approach was met with frenzied roars. Seeing that this person would not be intimidated by noise alone, the creature inched out of its protective shelter. When enough of its body had emerged, Panthro lifted the gun and took aim. There was a sharp click and a red dart spun from the weapon. It struck the tiger on the shoulder and it let out a cry of anguish. Apart from enraging it, the dart had little effect, for the tiger shrugged it off and charged its nearest tormentor.

"Shoot him again!" Lion-O yelled, furiously backing away from the outraged beast.

Panthro aimed the weapon at the tiger's flank, but squeezing the trigger produced only a dull clack. "Blasted thing's jammed," he muttered, as he tried to reset the firing mechanism.

"Now you tell me," said Lion-O. His back thudded into the side of the Thundertank and he found that he had run out of space. The tiger came to a halt and almost seemed to grin with satisfaction when it saw that its quarry was trapped. Fleshy lips peeled back to give Lion-O a good view of glistening white canines.

Lion-O nervously raised the Sword and levelled its tip at the tiger's head. "I'm sorry, Tygra," he said. "This might hurt, but I have to do it now. Sword of Omens, restore our friend to his normal appearance!"

Nothing happened. Lion-O glanced down at the Sword, shook it and gulped. "Oh-oh," he murmured.

"Maybe you need to say something a bit more inspiring," suggested WilyKat.

"Like?"

"'Sword of Omens, help!'"

His scream made the tiger back up. Uncertain now, it gave a low growl and started to whip its tail from side to side. Its ears flattened to its head and the front of its body lowered to the floor.

"Lion-O, get up here!" Cheetara said. "He's going to attack."

Taking her advice, he scrambled up on top of the Thundertank just as a huge paw lashed out and swiped the space where he had been standing only a moment before. Seeing its quarry still within reach, it prepared to leap up after him, but an energy bolt from Cheetara's staff singed its whiskers and made it think again. The tiger hissed at them from the floor, showing an evil glint in its eyes. Then, there was a whistling sound and two darts thudded into its neck. It wheeled around to face the perpetrator of this deed, only to stumble over its own feet. Its hindquarters collapsed and, in its confusion, it tried to drag itself along. A few feeble steps were all the tiger could manage before it crashed down onto its side in a drugged sleep.

"Whew!" said WilyKat, wiping his brow. "Talk about close!"

"Yeah, sorry about that," said Panthro. "You don't use something for ages, then when you do, it breaks. Typical!"

"Don't worry about it," said Lion-O, jumping down to the ground. He approached the still beast and prodded it with his foot. To his obvious relief, it did not stir, but slept contentedly on. "The question is, what are we going to do with him now?"

"Are you all right in there?" came an agitated voice over the intercom. "It's gone very quiet, snarf, snarf." Lion-O called out that it was all clear, and a moment later, the hangar door opened and Snarf entered, followed by WilyKit. He eyed the tiger warily and gave it a wide berth. "He's even bigger up this close," he said. "I suppose he is asleep?"

"Dead to the world," said Panthro.

Cheetara shivered. "That might be truer than you think. If the Sword of Omens can't help him, what can?"

"Having fun?"

The voice, familiar, yet unexpected, made them all look in its direction. Mouths dropped open as they beheld the dripping figure in their midst, who was shrugging off a soaking rain coat.

"Tygra!" Lion-O managed to get out. "Who…? How…? W-w-what are you doing here?"

"I've come home," he replied. "Is that so unusual?"

Lion-O looked down at the beast on the floor, then back at Tygra's face. "But you were--"

"Someone told us that you'd changed into an animal," said Panthro. His gaze turned to Cheetara, and soon all eyes were fixed on her.

"Don't blame me," she said. "This creature was here in Tygra's place. What was I to think? And where were you by the way?"

In answer, Tygra went over to the Thundertank and took from its side a piece of paper that had been held in place by a strip of sticky tape. "'Gone to get a spare part. Will be home soon,'" he read out. "Does that explain my absence?"

Cheetara huffed and folded her arms. "How was I meant to know? You could have radioed up and told me. I was waiting for you."

"I tried," Tygra said patiently. "No one answered. Where were you?"

"I might have left my post for a minute," she said, casually brushing a strand lock of her mane from her face and trying to act unconcerned. "So? You should have kept trying until you got me. I might have been in trouble or something."

"No, I checked the internal sensors before I left. Everything was fine. I did hope to be back before you missed me, but just in case, I left the note knowing that you'd come looking for me."

"And I found him instead," she said, pointing to the tiger.

"Well, it's an easy mistake to make," said Lion-O. "No wonder the Sword wouldn't work."

"You really thought this was me?" said Tygra, bending down to examine the tiger. He pulled the darts from its neck and probed deep into the fur, feeling for a pulse. "Out cold," he confirmed. "And will be for a couple of hours."

Snarf purred. "Good thing too. He was nasty, snarf, snarf!"

"Which makes me wonder why you thought it was me," said Tygra. "Even after Cheetara's erroneous assumption, it should have been obvious that wasn't the case."

"He looks like you," Lion-O said.

"Not quite. The markings are different."

"And he was here in the Lair. How often do we get wild animals coming to visit? Given that, it was fair to assume it was you."

"Not really," said Tygra.

"Oh?" said Panthro. "Care to enlighten us?"

"Well, for a start, he is in fact a she."

"You're joking," said Lion-O.

"Look for yourself."

"We'll take your word for it," said Cheetara. "Anyway, this is the closest we've been able to get to it without having our heads bitten off. When you're faced with teeth like that, the last thing you're worried about is whether it's a boy or girl."

"And those teeth were really big," said WilyKat, shuddering at the thought. "But why is she here?"

"Good question," said Tygra. He got to his feet and glanced about the Lair, finally settling on the makeshift den the tigress had constructed. An assortment of blue rags that Panthro used for polishing the Thundertank peeped around the solid legs of the workbench. Tygra gently pulled the nest out and into the light came two bundles of fluffy orange and black fur. Seeing him, they started to cry pitifully.

"Cubs?" Lion-O said. "What are they doing here?"

"Hers," Tygra said. "At a guess, I would say that she was looking for a safe, dry place. She must have slipped in after I left. If the sensors didn't alert you, then they've probably given up the ghost."

"Right when we needed them too," Panthro sighed. "You just can't get the equipment nowadays."

"They're so cute," WilyKit cooed. She crept over for a closer look and reached out to stroke one, but Tygra stopped her.

"Not a good idea," he said. "We mustn't let our smell get on them, otherwise the mother might reject them."

"So that's why she was so aggressive," said Panthro, joining the others as they crowded around the cubs. "Well, I can see why. They're certainly little gems."

"There's that, and the fact she's probably wary of any male scent at the moment."

"Why?" asked WilyKat.

"Males sometimes kill cubs," Tygra explained. "This young, these two are very vulnerable."

"Tygra, please," Cheetara chided him. "There's no need to upset everyone."

"Sorry, but it does happen. This tigress moved her cubs here for their own protection."

"What are we going to do?" asked WilyKit. "We can't throw them out if they're going to be killed."

She looked appealingly at Panthro. The Paw was his domain, where he would slip away for a quiet moment to work on the Thundertank or tinker with some new gadget. The final decision would rest with him. Under the combined gaze of the other Thundercats, he had no choice but to relent.

"We've got another hangar," he sighed. "We'll move everything in there and let Mrs Tiger here raise her young undisturbed."

"Won't be for long," said Tygra. "She'll be taking them out hunting soon. In the meantime, I suggest we bring her some food to keep her strength up. She looks half-starved and these little cubs need their mother strong and healthy."

"I'll go make her something," said Snarf. "What would she like?"

"Meat," said Tygra. "Lots of it."

Snarf's face fell. "Weeow, we haven't got that much."

"That's all right. On my way here, I found the carcasses of several forest deer that were caught in a flash flood. We could bring a couple of those back for her."

"Good, that's settled then," said Lion-O. "She can stay here and we'll keep out of her way. And the Paw?"

Tygra shrugged. "I couldn't get the part I needed anyway. I think our guest here will see off any unwanted visitors."

"Will she come round on her own?" asked Panthro. "I was a bit too eager with those darts."

"She'll be fine, but I think the cubs are hungry. Snarf, do we have any milk?"

"Sure thing, Tygra, snarf, snarf," he said with unconcealed delight. "I might have one of Lion-O's old bottles too. I knew they'd come in handy one day."

"Of all the things you could have saved from Thundera, you kept my bottles?" Lion-O said. "Why?"

Snarf purred a little. "Weeow, you never know. Your cubs might have needed them one day. Always be prepared, that's my motto." With that, he bounded away in the direction of the kitchen.

Lion-O rolled his eyes. "Jaga preserve us," he sighed. "Can you believe him? He's impossible."

"I don't know," Cheetara said wistfully. "I think it's kind of cute."

"It's pathetic is what is it," said Lion-O, not registering the look she was giving him. "I mean, really, where am I going to get cubs from?"

"There's two right here," said WilyKit. "Can we keep them?"

"No, kitten," said Tygra. "They belong out there in the wild."

"I know," she said sadly.

Panthro gave her a consoling pat on the back. "Come on now, Thundercats. If mum and babes are staying, I want my stuff shifted."

As they got to their feet, the light levels seemed to rise. Outside, beyond the dripping Paw, sunlight was painting the damp stone in shades of dull gold.

"It's stopped raining at last," said Panthro. "Things are looking up."

"Famous last words," said Cheetara.

"Not necessarily," said Lion-O. "I think the gods are smiling on us."

"They certainly need to," Tygra said. "We must be dire straights indeed when you all automatically assume that my absence means I've changed into a wild animal."

"It's Mumm-ra's fault," said Panthro. "He's got us all on edge. At this rate, we'll jumping at shadows in another couple of months."

"Not while we've got each other to keep us sane," said Lion-O. "And that's what's important."

"That and a little hope," said Cheetara, gazing down at the cubs fondly.

"Yes, that too." He gave a deep sigh of contentment. "You know, it's days like these that make it all seem worthwhile."

"Get him," said WilyKit. "Since when did you become Jaga?"

"Since I became Lord of the Thundercats," Lion-O said. "So there."

"Well, if you think that's going to let you off helping to shift my stuff, you've got another thing coming," said Panthro. "Thundercats…"

"Ho?" suggested WilyKat.

"Not this time. Thundercats, get on with it!"

The End

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