Summary: A fire wielding red tiger Mystic receives terrible news from his fiancee. “Do you honestly believe she wants to call off the wedding?” The gray panther asked as he drove the small truck to the Thunderian city of Shadar. “I can't think of any other kind of bad news she would only tell me face to face.” The red tiger alternated between twitching his right foot and tapping the claws of his right hand on the window frame. “Can you think of anything else Pantaron?” Pantaron carefully went through a mental list then cautiously replied, “there's an Elder Council emergency and this was the only way to contact you Taymar?” Taymar's answer was a slow, “maybe. The last Mutant raid did knock down the communications near the mountains when I was crafting them.” He took out the small metal box from the left pocket on his vest and opened it. Two rings he had created from the reddish-gold metal Arzite looked up at him. He'd planned on adding some engraving to them, but couldn't find a design he liked. When they stopped moving, he quickly closed it and put it back. Two lioness sisters were waiting in front of the house that was on the outskirts of the city. Both wore the grass-green tunics and matching pants of Herbalist Trainees. When the younger one saw the tiger, she ran to him and hugged him hard enough to almost knock his breath out. Taking this as a sign the plans were still on track, his panther friend looked at the older sister walking slowly towards him. When she was close enough, he took both of her hands in his and asked, “Catanya what's wrong?” She blinked several times as tears ran from her eyes and down both cheeks. “There were rumors that the Mutants were trying to persuade the cross-clans of Fang Ridge to join them. Jaga asked mother to use the Totem of Dera to help prevent any possible uprising. Father was against it at first because she's healer and not a warrior.” “He wanted her to use it because there were no other Thundercats who could and she's a direct decedent of Dera.” Thundercat Actaeon was the last who showed any measure of skill with that treasure. Unfortunately, he had sacrificed himself to protect another outpost and saved most of the people. Asking a person who was related to the one who crafted it was an effective, although risky choice. She continued with, “father only consented when Jaga sent his trusted friend and fellow Thundercat Grune. He promised she would be as safe as if she was with him.” Both men looked at each other for a moment. Neither one of them wanted to ask, but someone had to. Taymar looked into the younger sister's eyes and said. “What happened to her Obina?” “Mother's body was found on a ridge several kilometers from the outpost. When father got the news yesterday, he locked himself in his crafting room and hasn't come out.” Taymar's heart froze then slammed against his chest. This was far worse than Obina calling off the wedding. The lioness' mother Adria had been the first to congratulate them when they announced their engagement a several months ago. While her husband Roarin had been more reserved at first, he learned to see what his younger daughter saw in him. He hugged her close and thought about what the gentle healer would miss out on. Both of her daughters graduating to full Herbalist status. Watching her younger walk down the aisle on her father's arm. Holding her first grandcub and growing old with her husband. He also knew he would be furious at the wise Thundercat. He understood why the women would sent a privately urgent message. Some might believe the powerful Mystic would use his ability for revenge in spite if the fact that it was impossible. Others might think he would use non-magical means to get even. Taymar kissed Obina and the two men headed toward the door of the crafting room. They were surprised when the tiger found it was unlocked and opened it easily. They shrugged then walked in where they found the older man weaving some kind of cloth out of light. Please review and let me know if you want more.