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Megatron's Kit Megatron stood silently in the alley way, the little female kit hiding behind his back leg, ready for her initiation. She blinked out at the street bustling with Twolegs and their monsters, shivering in terror at the creatures that she had instinctively known where not their friends. The other Bloodclan cats stood hidden in the niches of the alley, watching in interest at what the little kit would do. She mewed up at him, huddling against his leg, fearing what she was going to have to do. He flicked his tail once before he turned and padded back into the alley, leaving her by the entrance to begin.
She mewed several times, trembling on the spot. He twitched his tail several times, leaving her where she was while the others remained silent. She was going to attract Twoleg attention with her mewing, and then they had to see how she would react to the encounter. If she fled, she would not be fully accepted, safe amongst them, but
Optimus Prime had been within his claws, mere inches from death when Starscream royally slagged it all up. No one could quite mess up a plan like his 'favourite' second in command, especially when given specific orders which were supposed to prevent such a catastrophe.
Now the infuriating Autobots had escaped, his own territory was burning and Starscream was cowering in the hopes that he would be forgiven.
Unlikely, considering the damage done to their hunting grounds was all Starscream's fault.
Megatron pounced at the whimpering menace, snarling as he threw the other dragon to the ground and pinned him there. His claws threatened to pierce through the scales, sharp fangs bared.
"M-master, I did not mean-"
"SILENCE!" Megatron roared over the noise of the flames. They were out of control, growing closer by the minute. Dragons were impervious to fire to a certain extent but only for a short period of time. If they stayed much longer, they'd likely suffocate from the noxious smoke fi
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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