Sorry its been a while-i had decided to wait for the series to develop a little, then so many things have happened these past few months, its a wonder i have the time to write.
Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews and i'll take your advice

The morning came too soon in everyone's opinion. Stalker was up and working on making something to eat on the low-burning fire. The smell of eggs awoke the group. Lion-o blinked several time before grumbling about Snarf having slept on his cheek. Tygra yawned and stared at the food before realizing the meat and eggs were real. Cheetara eyed them, unsure what to think.
"Um...Where did you get those?" asked Tygra.
"Does it matter? I'm starving!" Lion-o accepted the food and began eating.
"There was a bird up in the tree." Stalker shrugged, handing the rest of the food out, before tucking into her own. "I used some herbs i found growing at the base of the tree to give it some taste."
"Mmmmh-mmm." Lion-o nodded, scarping the rest of his food into his semi-full mouth. Tygra nodded his thanks and gave a half-hearted glare at his brother.

-X-

A few hours later, they were working their way down an embankment when they heard shouting. Looking up and tencing for an attack, they saw two kittens stumbling down after them. One was a boy and the other was a girl; both carrying something on their baks. They relaxed a bit. As they met them at the bottom, the kits wereb buzzing with excitment.
"I thought we were all alone!" the girl said.
"Prince Lion-o! Prince Tygra! I can't beleve it! I'm Kit and this is my sister, Kat." grinned the young boy.
"Hi!" Kat smiled sweetly.
"Uh, hi." Lion-o coughed. He had not been expecting other survivers. Maybe they should double back? And what? Get killed? His facial expression hardened. Tyrga and the others noticed this.
"My name is Cheetara and this is Stalker. Are you two okay?" the cheeta knelt down by the kittens, looking for injuires.
"Yes." Kat smiled.

It was then the adults notcied that they were carrying bindles-otherwise known as blankets warpped around personel belongings, like food and clothes. They were hanging off the bank of thick sticks. The day's heat was already taking its toll and the kits looked tired. When was the last time they slept?

"Come on. I hear a stream not far from here. We can talk and rest; maybe get somthing to drink." Stalker pointed off not far from them. Not hearing anything, the others shared a look before fallowing. After a few moments, the kits began chatting excitedly about several different things and the sound of rushing water was heard. They fallowed Stalker through some brush and saw, not a stream but a river. "That's a bit bigger than what i had pictured, but oh well. Water is water."

They sat on rocks or the ground, drinking their fill as the sun dipped behind the clouds. A breeze swept through the trees around them, bringing the smell of moist earth and rain with it. There was a pathway going down the side of the river, running parralell with it. They could fallow it during the day.
"We really thought we were the only ones left." Kat sniffled after a small bit.
"Hey, maybe we can join you. Until we get to where we're headed, at least." Kit smiled, looking up hopefully, at Tygra.
"I don't see why not..." the tiger began.
"It's too dangerous. I mean, they're kittens for Omens' sake! Children!" Stalker jumped to her feet, yanking down her hood.
"Then what should we do? Let them wondering in the woods to starve?" Tygra growled, glaring up at her. "Or have the lizards find them and kill them like they did you sister!" Stalker looked like she had been slapped. Then, her facial expression changed to one of darkened rage.

"I would have thought that you of all cats wouldn't have used that against me! You just lost your father, let's not forget!" Her eyed began changing color, darkening, as was the sky-too suddenly to be natural.
"Uh, guys?" Lion-o tried, eyeing the sky as the kits hugged Cheetara in fear.
"They are young! Inexpereneced!And as you so kindly put it, they could get killed! I'm saying we leave them in a safe spot, not drag them into a firefight when they can't defend themselves!" The trees began creaking at the weight of the sudden, heavy winds. Light was seen flashing behind the clouds, a low crackle rumbling so loud that it vibrated in their chests. Tygra looked up when he felt somthing cold hit his cheek, his eyes widening at the swirling clouds.

"Stalker! Calm down!" Cheetara shouted, holding the kittens tightly. She didn't recieve an answer because Stalker's focus was entirly on the tiger in front of her. Her chest was heaving, her fists clenched as her eyes danced with an eerie murderous glee.

She had to give Grune and the lizards some sort of idea as to where they were, if they weren't already on top of them. This was a good excuse, in her opinion. All the stress was set in stone, not going to budge, and if she could fake not knowing she could do this, then she'd be home free-at least for a little while, causing "accidents" to keep Grune fallowing like a new born pup if they somehow managed to get away from him and the idiots he was leading.

"I don't think she even realizes what she's doing." Lion-o muttered to the others.

-X-
"Sir. There is a storm building. Maybe we should take shelter." One of the lizards reported.
"I can see that!" he snapped, then his eyes caught the lightning flashing behind the clouds. But maybe Stalker is sending a signal of some sort. After all, his magic abilities are nearly as high ranking as Mumm-Ra's... "No. We forge ahead. If those cats are ahead of us, this storm would slow them down or stop them completely, leaving them wide open and vulnerable."

He recieved uneasy looks at his command, so he snarled, "Keep moving! Hurry it up!"

-X-

"Alright! Fine! We'll figure something else out for the kits, okay? We'll find them somewhere safe to go when we confront Mumm-Ra and Grune!" Tygra agreed, when a bolt of lightning struck the water, sending up an electizied wave of fridgid water. Thunder rumbled above them and rain came pouring down. Suddenly, Stalker's eyes cleared and she looked around in bewliderment. She held her hands up and caught some of the rain.
"Wasn't it clear skies just a moment ago?"
"Uhm...yes. Yes." Lion-o said, walking over to her. "Are you feeling alright?" he peered into her eyes, which were now ringed with drak smuges under her fur.
"Tired." she sighed, shaking her head. "Let's get out of this rain."

Tyrag, Cheetara and Lion-o shared a look, all thniking the same thing: She caused this and didn't realize it.

Suddenly, battle cries were heard as dark figures burst from the tree line. Lizards. All Hell broke loose.

The kits ran to the river's edge before looking over their shoudlers in a panic, realizing they couldn't swim across the choppy, fast running water. Tygra and Cheetara ran right into the mass of lizards. There had to be at least twenty of them. Lion-o grabbed his sword and went back to back with Stalker, who had pulled up her hood, slashing through several lizards at once.

Kat screamed as one lizard grabbed her shoulder, raising his knife. Stalker, screaming in rage, jumped him from behind and slit his throat. His blood sprayed onto Kat. Stalker turned and faced several other lizards, keeping the kittens behind her. A punch to her jaw sent her reeling backwards and falling into the mud, river water slashing over her face, blurring everything. She jumped up and kicked another lizards before impaing his throat with the tip of her sword, the blood running down the length of the blade.

Cheetara ran through, kocking several lizarrda unconcious, while Tygra grabbed a blaster from one and taking aim on several others. Lion-o was surrounded, but was still slicing through the weapons. Tygra and Cheetara gave him a hand. As they turned they saw Stalker take another blow to the face, sending her crashing to the ground. They froze in horror.

Grune was standing over her limp form, mere feet from the kittens.

They had decided that of the numbers of the lizards dwindled to the point to where the fugitives have the chance to escape, Grune would somehow get to Stalker and "knock" her out. With one down, their advantages drastically decrease and it would also secure her place in the team of fugitives, becuase her cover would not be blown or questioned. When asked about the killings of the lizards, Grune had merely shrugged saying it was of no consequence to him, that he could care less.

Tygra and the other two adult cats approched Grune warily, the rain plastering their fur to their skin. Smirking, Grune bent and grabbed Stalker by her collar and p icked her up. She was completly limp. The kittens' eyes widened in mounting horror as he hefted his metal-spiked club, a muderous look in his eyes.
"Put Stalker down!" Kit shouted, kicking Grune. Kat picked up a rock and threw it at him, hitting his shoulder. He growled and the kits ran back to the others.
"Grune, you're outnumbered. Don't dop something stupid. Put stalker down and back away."
"Or what? I really don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do. I have yer lil' friend right in my paws-literally." He shook Stalker to prove his point and Stalker gave a slight groan.

Growling, Lion-o checked himself. He had almost ran right to Grune in an attempt to impale that bastard on his blade.

There was a loud roar and it wasn't the river. A vehical made of metal came crashing through the trees. Grune dropped Stalker in shock and jumped away as it pulled to a screeching stop just inches from the limp cat. A large figure appeared in the doorway that opened on its side.
"Get in side, quickly!" he shouted, picking up Stalker. Instantly, Tygra and Lion-o recognized Panthro and grabbed the kittens, and hopped inside. They were gone before Grune was able to react.

But what they didn't see was Grune's slight smile.

Kit and Kat talk Panthro's ear off.

Lion-o is worried.

Tygra is pissed.

Is Stalker's sister real? Or fake?

Is Stalker's cover blown?

Cheetara gets suspicous.