#rumblestar

Here’s all the cats who gathered together to make Rumbleclan possible, including their StarClan guide who orchestrated everything!

Starting off with the level-headed and logical leader, Boulderstar! While he wasn't always the leader prior to the journey to reform Rumbleclan, he was chosen by Mistwhisper due to his rational thinking, his careful problem-solving, and his calm demeanor.

He holds a great amount of responsibility and accountability for all of his clanmates, sometimes going hard on himself when things don't go the way he intended. He does his best, though, and looks after his clan's best interests.

Bramblebeard is Boulderstar's chosen deputy! Likely due to being the oldest of the group, Boulderstar imagines that Bramblebeard has the most life experience out of everyone in the group... Even if Bramblebeard's ideas aren't the brightest.

He's very bold and determined to make the right decisions for himself as well as his clan, even if some of those ideas clash with Boulderstar's ideals. He may be reckless, but his heart's in the right place.

Mistwhisper was the first cat to ever receive visions of a brighter future from Rumblestar, the original founder. If it weren't for their combined efforts, RumbleClan wouldn't be in the state it is today. She's hardworking, cautious, and alert of her surroundings, though she can be shy and non-confrontational. Even then, she's more than happy to look after her clanmates and heal them.

If anyone in the clan can agree on anything, it'd be that Rabbitshine is the most outgoing and friendly cat in the clan! She's always willing to help out and very compassionate towards others. She is easy to anger if you aren't her friend, but that's what makes her fiercely protective and loyal to those she loves!

Swanstrike is a skillful hunter and climber. As elegant as she is, she can come across as curt, aloof, and arrogant, but nothing will get between her and her will to provide for her clan, food or otherwise.

Flintfur is always on the lookout, no matter how safe and comfortable the environment around him is. He's anxious, superstitious, and probably hasn't slept in a good while. Regardless, he's one of the kindest and most gentle cats once you get to know him.

Birdflight is as simple as they come; friendly, hardworking, and generally supportive. She's also very creative and clever, trying to catch prey and fend off adversaries in as many new, innovative ways as she possibly can.

So basically every G1 Megastar fanfiction ever.

Despite his size, Rumble is strong enough that he could push around, throw, and handle Starscream up in all manner of ways if he wanted to. But, sometimes, he doesn’t. Sometimes, he’ll lay back and let Starscream get on top of him, pin him down with just his hips and his greater weight, and ride his spike; swiveling his hips and grinding his node down on his array and just using him like a toy, and Rumble won’t even try to push him off or pull his hips to his own rhythm. He won’t even thrust—can’t—not with all of Starscream’s weight holding him down.

But he doesn’t have to. Rumble gets off just from the clench and pull of Starscream’s valve. And even after he overloads, shaking and groaning between the cage of his thighs, Starscream will keep going; wringing his sensitive spike and leaving Rumble’s pelvis slick with his lubricants, until he’s had his fill of overloads and is satisfied.

and Starscream is too shocked and appauled to even kick him

and Megatron is just pissed

Rumble/Starscream fluff because I had the need

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” Starscream purrs as he watches the minicon seated in his lap with hooded optics, his arm resting loosely around his smaller frame while his other lays easy and relaxed in Rumble’s firm grip. Occasionally his hand will flex around his hip with the grinding of the file along his claws, but never with enough force to score the paint or the sturdy metal underneath; he would be hard-pressed to manage it now anyway, as soothed as he is. Having his claws honed by another is a luxury he hasn’t felt in a while, and the proof of that is evident in his gently purring engine and the way his hand molds like putty to the other’s surprisingly skilled ministrations. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”

“Nah, never,” Rumble answers proudly, to Starscream’s disbelief, “but I know how to sharpen a blade decently. This ain’t too different.”

“How fortunate for me.”

Rumble makes a wordless hum in response as he briefly pauses his file to drag a thumb along the tip of one of his freshly sharpened claws, examining the edge and surveying his work, his focus more on the task before him than the conversation, and Starscream preens at the attention, at having his small partner’s focus placed firmly on him. Even rarer than the pampering is the positive attention, and Starscream could always count on his little cassette to provide both.

Hit by the sudden inspiration to, he curls his claw teasingly around his smaller fingers before he can pull them away and resume his work, his own sliding through and slotting with the cassette’s easy and familiarly. Rumble is a step ahead though, and rather than wait he uses his grip to pull his hand up to his mouth, and kiss it.

Rumble looks up at him with that winning smirk, and Starscream’s wings raise and dip behind him, delighted by the warmth in his palm and the skip to his spark the simple action gives.

“Charmer,” he murmurs, his free arm tightening around Rumble’s revving chassis and pulling him closer to his chest. His still entrapped fingers give a little wiggle in his grip, the tips of his artfully done claws just near enough still to brush those white lips, “think you’ll be just as good at painting them again for me?”