Dear freaking lord! If ThunderCats doesn't get a new season I'm taking things into my own hands, Evabon and all, and finishing it my way and I know there are others thinking the same thing as me so there I got that out and we now return to your reading enjoyment.
Replacement
Bourchier had died. The evabon who had guarded the tomb of Nomit was no more and so he was replaced. Young Rotherham, a green skinned evabon of seventeen, stood outside of the tombs entrance, nothing more but a replacement of one who had been much beloved. Rotherham doubted he could ever take Bourchier's place.
Bourchier had been caught in the crossfire between two warring evabon clans and killed when he had been pushed from the ledge. Bourchier had been trying to stop the fighting and paid for it with his life. Beloved husband, father and friend of his comrades, no one could replace Bourchier who had protected Nomit's tomb with a great vigilance.
Rotherham could never be the evabon Bourchier had been. He was nothing more but a replacement as a tomb guard. He couldn't be the evabon Bourchier had been but he could be himself. Rotherham would be better of being himself rather than someone he wasn't.
As Rotherham stood outside of the tombs entrance Panthro walked towards him. To the young evabon, the cat was a giant with otherworldly arms, the survivor of a hundred battles that Rotherham couldn't imagine.
With Panthro was Autolycus. Rotherham starred he starred nervously at his leader. He didn't know why Autolycus was with Panthro but he knew it couldn't be good.
"Rotherham, tell Panthro what you know about the Nomit." Rotherham's mouth opened but words didn't come out. He was nervous, too nervous. Autolycus shook his head. "Maybe we should go back to Terag so he can talk our ears off but them again I don't approve of his disapproval of me not acknowledging I have a daughter." Panthro looked at Rotherham with gentle eyes, not the critical eyes of Autolycus. From what Panthro had been told Rotherham had his new job thrust upon him too quickly and his predecessor had been quite the legend among his clan. It was hard for Rotherham to get used to it and the old soldier could see what was wrong in the young guardian.
"You do what you want, I'm going to keep this boy company."