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Sometimes, when his trinemates are busy; when all is quiet, here on their new, safe, world, and he knows Thundercracker and Skywarp are occupied with one another, or someone else, or any one of a myriad of projects that require their experience over his...
Starscream drifts, letting his pedes carry him where they will, only pausing here and there to take in some sight, or exchange fleeting greetings with passing Decepticons. This is their world now. They are safe.
A silver-white jetling, one of the few created during the hard times, is testing her thrusters after a moult, soaring and falling in glorious patterns--until she notices she's being watched, and briefly falters before righting herself.
Shortly thereafter she alights by Starscream's side. "Sometimes I forget i don't have to worry if anyone sees me," she says sheepishly. "I'm Silverwing."
She has half-sized nullrays, even though she's a child; a relic of the days when you got a weapon as soon as you were able to hold one.
She caught an Autobot once, though; he heard about that.
PWOW
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ftfy!
Not on Viridian's watch! She catches his collar fairing between her teeth before he topples and helps him straighten, just before Ravage rounds the corner.
"Viridian, who's this? He's much too little to be wandering around through the compound all by himself--?"
This cat is bigger, and an adult, so she can walk on two legs and is doing so. She crouches down.
"Don't be afraid of me, little one. I'm Viridian's mama."
Viridian would answer her, but she's got Prowl-bit's collar in her teeth and she can't let go till she's sure he won't fall.
The bitlet stares at her, blue optics going even wider, and tiny doors droop in reflex. =Tumbled.= he clicks back. =On path then tumbled.=
He steadies on his pedes after another moment. = ... Cat bite me? Good cat help stay up.=
Viridian smiles around his collar fairing, then lets go when the bitty appears to be truly steady. "Hi Mom. I don't know what his name is. Or if he's a he, for that matter. You can tell us if you're not, bitty-friend."
Ravage, who has crouched down to both of their level, smiles. "She is a good cat. I'm her mama. We have to use our teeth to hold things until we learn how to transform and walk on two legs," she says, speaking slowly so that the bitlet will hear her.
"Do you have a mama?"
The bitlet studies her solemnly. =Like cats.= he informs. A pause, however brief. =No mama. Bitlet tumble, here. Prowl ouch.=
"Your name is Prowl?" Ravage asks gently, and then sniffs the air. Then she comms Soundwave.
::Darling, please come into Howlback's front entrance. We may have found Prowl. Do not tell Howlback or Grimlock yet. Not until we are sure. Also, I may have to kick Wheeljack's aft.::
Viridian extends a soft paw around the bitlet and snuggles up close to him. "Oh that explains a lot," she murmurs. "You're my best friend other than Silverwing."
"Prowl," says Ravage. "It seems that something weird may have happened to you. May I be your mama until we sort everything out? You are a little bitlet, and somebody needs to take care of you."
She offers him a line; all sensibilities aside, not only should Howlback not act as Prowl's mother, but Howlback is already more bitty-bit than anyone ought to be, though fortunately the dragonets do eat meat--and Strongjaw eats whatever is put in front of him without complaint.
"I won't let you tip over," Viridian says. "If you lose your footing, I'll get you. But I might have to grab your collar fairing in my mouth. If I do that, I'm not trying to bite or hurt you, okay? That's just how people with four legs have to catch things."
The sparkling nods carefully. =Tumble scary. No tumble okay.= He responds. =Go now.=
Viridian leads the sparkling to the front door of the nearest house, which is her aunt Howlback's. The door will open automatically for her--although it will also inform Howlback at once that Viridian has brought a low-threat stranger (a sparkling) into the house with her. She watches him carefully, ready to nip onto his collar fairing and right him if he starts to stumble while they walk.
The bitlet is old enough, just barely, that he manages it-- even if he is wobbly on his pedes, he can do it.
At least, until they enter the building and his doorwings tip back reflexively to take in the new surroundings-- and that unbalances the rest of him.
Down he starts to go, right onto his aft.
Not on Viridian's watch! She catches his collar fairing between her teeth before he topples and helps him straighten, just before Ravage rounds the corner.
"Viridian, who's this? He's much too little to be wandering around through the compound all by himself--?"
This cat is bigger, and an adult, so she can walk on two legs and is doing so. She crouches down.
"Don't be afraid of me, little one. I'm Viridian's mama."
Viridian would answer her, but she's got Prowl-bit's collar in her teeth and she can't let go till she's sure he won't fall.
The bitlet stares at her, blue optics going even wider, and tiny doors droop in reflex. =Tumbled.= he clicks back. =On path then tumbled.=
He steadies on his pedes after another moment. = ... Cat bite me? Good cat help stay up.=
Viridian smiles around his collar fairing, then lets go when the bitty appears to be truly steady. "Hi Mom. I don't know what his name is. Or if he's a he, for that matter. You can tell us if you're not, bitty-friend."
Ravage, who has crouched down to both of their level, smiles. "She is a good cat. I'm her mama. We have to use our teeth to hold things until we learn how to transform and walk on two legs," she says, speaking slowly so that the bitlet will hear her.
"Do you have a mama?"

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"I won't let you tip over," Viridian says. "If you lose your footing, I'll get you. But I might have to grab your collar fairing in my mouth. If I do that, I'm not trying to bite or hurt you, okay? That's just how people with four legs have to catch things."
The sparkling nods carefully. =Tumble scary. No tumble okay.= He responds. =Go now.=
Viridian leads the sparkling to the front door of the nearest house, which is her aunt Howlback's. The door will open automatically for her--although it will also inform Howlback at once that Viridian has brought a low-threat stranger (a sparkling) into the house with her. She watches him carefully, ready to nip onto his collar fairing and right him if he starts to stumble while they walk.
The bitlet is old enough, just barely, that he manages it-- even if he is wobbly on his pedes, he can do it.
At least, until they enter the building and his doorwings tip back reflexively to take in the new surroundings-- and that unbalances the rest of him.
Down he starts to go, right onto his aft.
Not on Viridian's watch! She catches his collar fairing between her teeth before he topples and helps him straighten, just before Ravage rounds the corner.
"Viridian, who's this? He's much too little to be wandering around through the compound all by himself--?"
This cat is bigger, and an adult, so she can walk on two legs and is doing so. She crouches down.
"Don't be afraid of me, little one. I'm Viridian's mama."
Viridian would answer her, but she's got Prowl-bit's collar in her teeth and she can't let go till she's sure he won't fall.
"I won't let you tip over," Viridian says. "If you lose your footing, I'll get you. But I might have to grab your collar fairing in my mouth. If I do that, I'm not trying to bite or hurt you, okay? That's just how people with four legs have to catch things."
The sparkling nods carefully. =Tumble scary. No tumble okay.= He responds. =Go now.=
Viridian leads the sparkling to the front door of the nearest house, which is her aunt Howlback's. The door will open automatically for her--although it will also inform Howlback at once that Viridian has brought a low-threat stranger (a sparkling) into the house with her. She watches him carefully, ready to nip onto his collar fairing and right him if he starts to stumble while they walk.
"I won't let you get hurt," Viridian says. "But I haven't learned to transform yet. I'm a cat all the time. Can you hold onto me and walk with me?"
She sees a spot or two on his collar fairing that might take her fangs, but she's not sure she's strong enough to carry him the way her mother Ravage carries her sometimes when both of them are being cats.
Prowl-bit blinks at her, blue optics still wide. But he must be thinking along the same lines-- or at least, willing to be compliant-- because he beeps a tentative affirmative. =Stand okay. No tip over okay?= He didn't want to go tumbling again, for all there weren't any real scuffs or dents on him.
Tiny doors wave, finding counterbalance, as he struggles up.
"I won't let you tip over," Viridian says. "If you lose your footing, I'll get you. But I might have to grab your collar fairing in my mouth. If I do that, I'm not trying to bite or hurt you, okay? That's just how people with four legs have to catch things."
"It's okay," Viridian says. It's not hard to magnetise to her, but she is a kitten; she's not as tiny as she was when TC brought her back to Cybertron, but she's certainy nowhere near grown. She notices the shiver though. "Are you cold? We can go inside where there's not any wind and have warm oil."
=Scared.= the bitlet only beeps, hunkers lower against her, before hesitating. =Want warm. Yes.= he agrees. =Good?=
"I won't let you get hurt," Viridian says. "But I haven't learned to transform yet. I'm a cat all the time. Can you hold onto me and walk with me?"
She sees a spot or two on his collar fairing that might take her fangs, but she's not sure she's strong enough to carry him the way her mother Ravage carries her sometimes when both of them are being cats.
"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.
She wraps her field around his and begins to emit a nice soothing purr. She has never been more grateful that all of the little saurians and dragonets are staying inside.
The bitlet continues to huddle close, clinging on. When Viridian begins to purr, he snuggles in further, and tiny doors finally ease into a relaxed cant. [Cat friend.] he beeps, and very tentatively pats the closest bit of her that he can reach.
Inside her coil, it is safe-- he is safe here.
"Cat friend,' Viridian repeats and reinforces, and rubs her face against his. "Cat's house. Mama cat, auntie cat, uncle cat. Cat's house safe."
She will find out who this bitty is and how he got lost. That is a puzzle she is going to solve. But first she has to get him feeling safe and comfortable enough to come inside.
The sparkling bunts his head against her in turn, clumsy but attempting to return the gesture. =Cat house.= he beeps, clicking an affirmation. He doesn't giggle, but he does wiggle a bit, happier than he was before.
Viridian smiles. "Cat house," she agrees. "Safe."
The wiggles are a good sign, she knows. Sparklings, except for herself and a very few others, are almost never still when they are comfortable. Sometimes she and her brother are still because they are concentrating on things, but that's different.
It's funny how much this sparkling smells like Prowl. Kinda looks like him, too. But if TC and his crew had found a Prowl-baby, there would have been fanfare. Certainly nobody would have just left a bitlet under the tree and hope he'd be found.
Maybe Prowl has a sparkling that doesn't live with him?
Is this...Springer? Viridian had been under the impression that Springer didn't live with them because he was all grown up already.
"Are you Springer?"
The question earns Viridian a confused warble, and he remains tucked to her side, peering up at her with big serious optics.
=Spring jump?= he beeped, uncertainly. =No can. Going fast then fall roll tumble.= He shivered, tried to magnetize on.
"It's okay," Viridian says. It's not hard to magnetise to her, but she is a kitten; she's not as tiny as she was when TC brought her back to Cybertron, but she's certainy nowhere near grown. She notices the shiver though. "Are you cold? We can go inside where there's not any wind and have warm oil."

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"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.
She wraps her field around his and begins to emit a nice soothing purr. She has never been more grateful that all of the little saurians and dragonets are staying inside.
The bitlet continues to huddle close, clinging on. When Viridian begins to purr, he snuggles in further, and tiny doors finally ease into a relaxed cant. [Cat friend.] he beeps, and very tentatively pats the closest bit of her that he can reach.
Inside her coil, it is safe-- he is safe here.
"Cat friend,' Viridian repeats and reinforces, and rubs her face against his. "Cat's house. Mama cat, auntie cat, uncle cat. Cat's house safe."
She will find out who this bitty is and how he got lost. That is a puzzle she is going to solve. But first she has to get him feeling safe and comfortable enough to come inside.
The sparkling bunts his head against her in turn, clumsy but attempting to return the gesture. =Cat house.= he beeps, clicking an affirmation. He doesn't giggle, but he does wiggle a bit, happier than he was before.
Viridian smiles. "Cat house," she agrees. "Safe."
The wiggles are a good sign, she knows. Sparklings, except for herself and a very few others, are almost never still when they are comfortable. Sometimes she and her brother are still because they are concentrating on things, but that's different.
It's funny how much this sparkling smells like Prowl. Kinda looks like him, too. But if TC and his crew had found a Prowl-baby, there would have been fanfare. Certainly nobody would have just left a bitlet under the tree and hope he'd be found.
Maybe Prowl has a sparkling that doesn't live with him?
Is this...Springer? Viridian had been under the impression that Springer didn't live with them because he was all grown up already.
"Are you Springer?"
"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.
She wraps her field around his and begins to emit a nice soothing purr. She has never been more grateful that all of the little saurians and dragonets are staying inside.
The bitlet continues to huddle close, clinging on. When Viridian begins to purr, he snuggles in further, and tiny doors finally ease into a relaxed cant. [Cat friend.] he beeps, and very tentatively pats the closest bit of her that he can reach.
Inside her coil, it is safe-- he is safe here.
"Cat friend,' Viridian repeats and reinforces, and rubs her face against his. "Cat's house. Mama cat, auntie cat, uncle cat. Cat's house safe."
She will find out who this bitty is and how he got lost. That is a puzzle she is going to solve. But first she has to get him feeling safe and comfortable enough to come inside.
"Hi bitty," Viridian says in a soft voice. "Where's your mama?" She creeps a little closer and begins to purr at the bitlet. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you."
She blinks at the bitlet again.
Prowl-bit holds very still a moment longer, then peeks up at her, blue optics wide and his expression solemn.
He's still wary, and ready to try and scamper away if he can-- but there is something warm inside, when he looks at this cat, some concept he can feel the shape of if not the word for it.
He whimpers. [Request/scared/cat/???]
Viridian reaches out with a soft paw to the bitty and decides it's time to very gently use the gift her father gave her. {Safe with cat = Viridian. Friend.}
The sparkling immediately opts to press close, clinging on with bitty-sharp claws. =Friend?= he clicks, uncertainty clear, before doors tuck timidly. =Friend.=
"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.
She wraps her field around his and begins to emit a nice soothing purr. She has never been more grateful that all of the little saurians and dragonets are staying inside.
"Hi bitty," Viridian says in a soft voice. "Where's your mama?" She creeps a little closer and begins to purr at the bitlet. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you."
She blinks at the bitlet again.
Prowl-bit holds very still a moment longer, then peeks up at her, blue optics wide and his expression solemn.
He's still wary, and ready to try and scamper away if he can-- but there is something warm inside, when he looks at this cat, some concept he can feel the shape of if not the word for it.
He whimpers. [Request/scared/cat/???]
Viridian reaches out with a soft paw to the bitty and decides it's time to very gently use the gift her father gave her. {Safe with cat = Viridian. Friend.}
Prowl was never late for their gaming afternoons; he was, after all, one of the most dependable mecha in the New Cybertronian Empire. When Viridian asked Howlback where he was, and Howlback couldn't get him to return her comms--the enforcer network went into motion. Viridian, however, was still left with nothing to do.
Her mother and her aunt allowed her to go outside, as long as she stayed within the walls of the compound, so outside she went.
That was when she heard the beeping.
There was a little sparkling that vaguely resembled Prowl sitting down at the base of the tree that she liked to climb when there was a lot of chase and tag being played and she preferred not to engage with it.
Viridian wondered where he had come from. She stretched out on the ground and blinked at him slowly, hoping he would understand that she was friendly.
The sparkling stares back, silently, not daring to twitch a doorwing, held high in alarm; he is SCARED. One moment Prowl had been en route, and then the next moment he'd been tumbling across the ground to fetch up against a tree. And there he'd stayed.
He's now too young for his tactical net to function, and he's only dimly aware it's Important.
So, for the first time ever, he is experiencing unfiltered Emotion. Mostly pure terror.
But... But this cat... important too.
The faintest of faint beeps.
"Hi bitty," Viridian says in a soft voice. "Where's your mama?" She creeps a little closer and begins to purr at the bitlet. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you."
She blinks at the bitlet again.

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Prowl was never late for their gaming afternoons; he was, after all, one of the most dependable mecha in the New Cybertronian Empire. When Viridian asked Howlback where he was, and Howlback couldn't get him to return her comms--the enforcer network went into motion. Viridian, however, was still left with nothing to do.
Her mother and her aunt allowed her to go outside, as long as she stayed within the walls of the compound, so outside she went.
That was when she heard the beeping.
There was a little sparkling that vaguely resembled Prowl sitting down at the base of the tree that she liked to climb when there was a lot of chase and tag being played and she preferred not to engage with it.
Viridian wondered where he had come from. She stretched out on the ground and blinked at him slowly, hoping he would understand that she was friendly.
What do you call a pile of jets?
They've found the sun room and are happily sprawled all together in a tangle of limbs.
Even Air Raid is basking happily, tucked against Silverbolt on one side and Slingshot on the other.
An attractive nuisance, obviously. (Also a very normal occurrence after junior seeker cadet training sessions.)
Silverwing and Viridian come into the sun room with Silverwing's creche-friend Wildbreak, who's visiting from Velocitron, and Viridian's younger brother Dedication. Except for Viridian herself, they're all Decepticons. Wildbreak and Viridian are not jets...but Dedication is going to be a rather large jet, who must also be some kind of heavy transport because his shoulders have tank treads.
"Hi boys," Silverwing says as she settles into a nice warm spot.
They have sweets, and rather weak engex, because Soundwave and Silvermist refuse to let them have the good stuff.
"... Hi." Air Raid greets, opens an optic and fluffs his plating in greeting.
"Hello." Slingshot echoes, and the others murmur their own greetings as well.
Skydive rolls over, just enough to angle his wing higher, inviting whoever pleases to join their pile. Flights work better when everyone is in sync.
Okay then! Silverwing will bring her friends and her ill-gotten gains and their sweets to join the pile. Why not? She will position herself between Skydive and Viridian, because she loves Viridian and she thinks Skydive's cute.
"So this is my friend Wildbreak. Our parents worked together when we were little," Silverwing says.
"Hi," says Wildbreak.
As always, Viridian comms.
::And that's Dedication, my brother. He's a little younger than me and just joined formation classes today.::
Dedication does not look like anyone that Ravage and Soundwave could have ever produced on their own, which together with his age means he's likely adopted. But you will never get that out of Viridian.
Dedication smiles sheepishly and nods.
Now there is a pile of jets with a cat and a Velocitronian in it. But now they also have extremely weak booze that makes them feel like they're getting away with something, and a whole lot of candy.