Thundercats -

Lion-O looked up at the sky. Somewhere up there, beyond the light of Third Earth’s healed sun, was the ghost of a planet called Thundera. Not his home anymore. But that was all right. Home was the person leaning against his shoulder, the engineer trying to fix a broken lamp, the blind seer humming an old song, and the two kits arguing over who got the last piece of dried meat.

And the Plundered Sun—that ancient, lonely star, tricked into cruelty—remembered. thundercats

“There’s a Munitions caravan leaving the Dog City tomorrow,” Bengali said for the third time. “Plastoid shells. Power cells. Maybe even a working cloaking emitter.” Lion-O looked up at the sky