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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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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