DISCLAIMER: I do not own ThunderCats. I also want to thank Mariehuntress for the idea of my OC. Thank you.

I rung out my over shirt and slapped it down on the broad rock to my right. I had a nice stream at home where I could tie my clothing to and as the day progressed the dirt would be gently carried away. But because my underclothing was kinda revealing I was cleaning them fast so I could get back to camp. I also wanted to return before it got to dark, the sky was already being died a shocking pink and fading into a misty purple at the horizon.

Lion-O was on the other side of a large tree cleaning himself and his outfit. I had called it a unitard and he had threatened to leave me behind.

The barricade was a tall tree that must have fallen over in some kind of storm. The roots had adapted to the odd angle so the leave where still a vibrant, healthy green. All that foliage worked wonders and allowed us some much needed privacy.

My under skirt fluttered lightly around the middle of my thigh and my loose top was so thin it almost blew away when a small gust game by. The tree rustled to my right. Some loud shouting followed and the voices got closer.

I spun quickly and rushed to my clothing. I snatched my shuriken* holster and fled into the trees. I fell out into the other side.

"Lion-O! Someones come-" I was cut off when he stood up from the water. His chest was bare and his undershorts floated around his hips.

Damn. I'll bow to that king any day...

I mental slapped myself before sprinting to the waters edge.

"Someone's coming!" I whispered fiercely.

"Get in the water."

"Huh?" He reached out and pulled me in head first. I sputtered water and I felt Lion-O's hands snake around my bare midsection. My under-top only covered the bare essentials. This was a hell of a time for him to pull a move...Another mental slap.

Two people ran from the bushes and doubled over, gasping for breath. They looked around and King-Boy pushed lightly on my head and I dipped lightly down so the only visible part of my body was the top of my head.

We sprinted back to our make-shift camp and started throwing things into bags. I stomped on the old fire and scattered leaves over it. Normally I would have been more careful to cover our tracks but we had to leave fast. They had, had the scrolls that higher ranging fighters had. If someone filed a complaint one of them would work it. They are called PenCari.

And their after me.

PenCari, roughly translated, means seekers in Malay.

A shuriken is a traditional japanese throwing knife, Also called a Ninja star. FYI, it's also Korrie's weapon of choice.

How should I know what cat people ware for underwear? What, is Lion-O into tight-y white-y's?