#slithe reborn

By the time Panthro had reached adulthood, without his parents’ knowledge he had formed a discreet resistance composed largely of adolescents like himself against their invaders. Sabotage, malicious compliance, and boldest of all jury-rigging and discreetly planting explosives at crucial mining operations. Eventually he and a handful of his cohorts were caught, taken far away from the islands to become forced labor at one of the occupation’s many military prisons.

It was customary by this point during the occupation for prisoners to be both declawed and de-fanged. Depriving their prisoners of their birthright means of defending themselves. The warden of this camp was a Reptilian called Slithe, who took special pleasure in performing, or at least witnessing the process himself. Thankfully, after a time of waning power and despair, the ThunderCats returned, or what was left of them after Grune’s betrayal and defeat. While the likes of Lord Claudus broke their chains, it was Panthro who lead his fellow freed prisoners to victory. Giving the Warden Slithe an ugly scar as he retreated from his fallen fiefdom in terror.

By the end of the occupation Panthro was seen as a hero both at home and abroad. Retiring from a life of violence and subterfuge to look after his parents and help repair the damage done to his village. Never idle or permissive of any obstacle, fashioned himself prosthetic clawed fingertips and fangs to replace what had been taken from him in prison. He would not leave the island’s shores until his parents’ passing, both unseasonably early thanks to the hardships of the occupation and the environmental hazards that were a disastrous side effect.

Panthro found himself a ship with no anchor, the islands that bore him were no longer the same, and neither was he. Feeling he’d return someday, he left his home to travel the world. Hungry for knowledge and anything that might tame the anger he still felt inside. He took to martial arts and disciplines, a personal quest to master them all in hope of a sense of control. Briefly finding a teacher in Lynx-O, whom he returned the favor to by investigating the visions of a student of his at the Hall of Mystics, one’s which promised Thundera’s doom.

When his investigations came up empty, he was quick to turn his sights elsewhere, unnerved by magic and all its chaos. He continued his endless search for closure and purpose, trying to leave the places he’d been better than he had found them over the next decade. In the Thunderian capital of Thazera he would meet a young man by the name of Tygra who would soften his attitudes towards magic. Proposing an invention that would mimic on a much smaller scale the old crafts which seamlessly fused mystic powers and technology seamlessly. Resulting in a bolo whip that could activate a mystic’s illusory powers of invisibility without the mental exertion.

This co-creation would become indispensable to the Lady Seka, wife of the Lord of the ThunderCats and head of the Lioness Council and her attempts to end Mutant skirmishes and the workings of the insurgent Fanged Cabal. Tygra & Panthro’s friendship would take on a second, more militant nature, especially after the death of Lady Seka at the Cabal's hands. Culminating in their final mission before Thundera’s fall acquiring the schematics of a deadly Plundarrian war machine for Jaga and Claudus.

When Cheetara emerged from self-exile to warn of Thundera’s doom, he, among a precious handful of others, were entrusted with the safety of Lord Claudus’s son Lion-O. Inaugurated as ThunderCats, Panthro had long already been one in spirit. He must reckon with unclosed chapters, an enemy he had thought dead, and a young cub who had home and peace stripped from him at a moment’s notice, not too unlike his own youth. Resolute in seeing will of the ThunderCats who came before him through. He will do his best to use his experiences to protect them all, and perhaps find if not a peace and purpose that he could not have found alone.