Chapter 6

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The loud cry pierced the silence of the night. Both parents immediately said,

"It's your turn." Hearing each other say it, they rolled over and gave each other a look.

"I did it last time." Lion-O told her.

"Oh no you didn't." Cheetara said. Both then looked at each other with a smile. As Sahara continued to wail, they both got up and tried to comfort the baby. It took about two seconds to realize why the little girl cub was crying.

"Holy moly!" Lion-O said as he held one hand to his nose.

"Why does she always do this in the middle of the night?" Cheetara wondered as she lifted the cub from her crib.

"I have no idea. Maybe we'd better ask Pumyra or Tygra in the morning." Her mate said as he rifled around grabbing the necessary implements to change a diaper. Within a few minutes, the two of them had her out of the stinky old one and into a fresh clean one. Now Sahara cooed and reached out for her mother's face. Her tiny little hands found the cheetah's cheeks and Cheetara couldn't help but smile.

"Good to see you're feeling better my little one. Why don't we get you tucked in again?" The mother asked her daughter. As if to answer 'yes', Sahara yawned. Cheetara gently laid the cub down in her crib and covered her up.

"She is so pretty just like her mother." Lion-O said as he nuzzled her neck.

"Oh I think she'll be much prettier than me when she's older." The cheetah smiled enjoying the feel of her mate's lips on her neck and shoulder. They were both about to head to bed when Cheetara wondered,

"Who's going to get rid of the stink bomb on the changing table?"

"I did it last time." Lion-O said.

"You say that every time." She gave him a look and then held her right fist out. The Lord of the ThunderCats gave a sigh and followed suit. Then the two of them brought their fists up and down three times before a fourth time when they revealed a symbol. Cheetara had left her hand a solid fist signifying a rock and Lion-O had unluckily picked an option, which revealed his index and middle fingers out as if to make a pair of scissors.

"Best two out of three?" He asked. Cheetara shook her head and replied with a smirk,

"Get rid of it." Lion-O grumbled as he picked up the disgusting thing and headed out the door and down the hall towards the incinerator.

"And that is how you keep your future mate in line." The cheetah told the sleeping Sahara. With a little laugh, she headed back towards the bed when a sudden sharp pain in her head made her stop. Images flashed through her mind at a rapid pace as she tried to identify what and who they were. The pain in her head grew until she was almost at her breaking point when they suddenly stopped. A scene played out in front of her eyes and she tried to understand what it meant. People walked around in a zombie-like state down the halls of ship that she recognized as Solvay's Pride. Although these creatures did not look the same as the ones she'd seen in her previous vision. They were gaunt and their skin was discolored. Their clothes draped around them as if they were four sizes too big. Suddenly the pictures changed and now there were bodies draped over equipment and lying down in the hallway. At the end of the hall, a tall, dark, shadowy figure stood watching the people suffer and die. It laughed at the pain and somehow seemed to grow in size. Cheetara tried to process what she could but the pain increased in her temples and the next thing she knew the world went black.

To Be Continued…