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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 not accepted; if she was taken away without a fight, she was left and forgotten, they could not have weaklings within their ranks; but, if she scratched or bit the Twoleg and drew blood, she would be accepted fully into their clan. If she was accepted either way, she would begin her apprenticeship in five months time with Starscream, who had offered immediately to take the kit for training.

She mewed again, her large red eyes darting around in terror. She stood up shakily on her tiny paws, stumbling as she tried to follow him back into the alleyway. He twitched his tail, glaring at the little grey and black kit; she had to stay there or he would have to give the order to abandon her. She had to participate in the initiation before she was allowed to return with them and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her here all by herself where she could be taken by a dog or another cowardly scavenger. She mewed several more times, falling on her face and wailing as loud as she could. Several of the others winced, fighting down the urge to race over and pick her up to comfort her. Megatron gave the order to remain where they were, watching the kit as a Twoleg pair stopped at the entrance to the alley.

"Aw, James look," the female cooed before walking over to the kit. She mewed desperately at him, red eyes wide in terror as the huge Twoleg bent down to pick her up. "Its mother abandoned it. Poor little thing."

The Twoleg female picked her up and held her to her chest, cooing down at her. Megatron's ears folded down sadly as the female turned to walk back to her mate. The kit's eyes stared back at him desperately before she mewed angrily and bit the female's shoulder as hard as her little jaws would allow. The Twoleg female shrieked, dropping the kit on reflex, and grabbing her shoulder where the tiny fangs had punctured, blood smearing on her fingers when she pulled her hand back.

Megatron charged forward, snarling as loudly as he could and causing the female to scream again, but he focused solely on the flipping kit heading for the concrete. He caught her inches from the ground, spinning around without losing speed or momentum, and darting back into the alley. He rushed past his followers, who all instantly followed him, their paws barely heard as they darted away from the hysterical Twolegs.

The kit hung silently from his jaws as they raced back to their home territory. He was secretly worried for her health; that was a long way to fall for a month-old kit. He knew that she was a hardy little thing, but it didn't stop him from worrying. He leapt over a fallen box, landing on the other side in a crouch to set the little kit down. She toppled over immediately, eyes staring forward, thankfully blinking every few seconds. He sighed softly before the others appeared behind him, some panting from the run, some collapsing from exhaustion, but a few remained standing at attention, eyes on the still kit at his feet.

"Is she dead?" Lugnut asked, taking a step forward to sniff her.

"No," Megatron replied, flicking his tail at the large purple tom, "she is merely in shock."

"That vas a long drop," Icy commented, flicking his grey tail back and forth.

"That Twoleg got vhat she deserved!" Hothead snorted, baring his fangs.

"Ooh, she did a lot of backflips!" Random giggled, racing forward to nudge her. "Was it fun?"

The kit whimpered weakly, shaking badly before pawing in Megatron's direction. He bent down and picked her up by the scruff, dismissing the other toms with a flick of his tail. They left to their own dens, shoving each other along the way and whispering about the initiation; she had done well considering she was almost taken away. Starscream darted up beside him, licking the kit gently along her head before darting into their own den. She looked up at him as he walked in, placing their kit down at her side.

"I thought I had lost her," Starscream cooed as she licked her kit clean of any dirt and Twoleg filth that had collected.

"As did I," Megatron replied, resting his head on his paws and observing his offspring. "I'm proud of her though; she is officially Bloodclan now."

Starscream purred deeply, red eyes lighting up in pride while her red tail swished behind her. "She will need a name now," she chuckled.

"She will get a proper one when she is a warrior," he replied. "For now, she will be Scream."

Starscream gave him an amused look before shaking her head. "Do you have a fetish for my name, my mate?" she purred.

He smirked at her, licking her face affectionately. "You make that sound like a bad thing," he meowed.

Scream mewed softly up at Starscream, hungry after the terrifying encounter. She smiled at her kit before rolling onto her side, gently pulling the little kit closer since she still could not walk properly. Scream mewed happily before beginning to suckle, missing her father's soft chuckle behind her. He lay down again, his tail swishing back and forth slowly as he thought about the last time he had seen a kit this small by his mate's side. Firescream had long since matured and gone off with a smaller subgroup of Bloodclan, coming back with the leader to report on any occurrences within their large territory. He had been a hardy kit as well, far more adventurous than his younger sister, but that curiosity would come in time; she was still too young to wander far from the den.

He yawned before settling down for a nap, the soft sounds of his kit feeding becoming white noise. Starscream's paw rested on his snout as he drifted off, letting him know that she would awaken him if he was needed.
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"Poppa! Poppa, wake up!" Scream's voice mewed as a pair of paws batted at his leg.

He grunted softly as he opened his eyes, blinking down at the bouncing kit beside him. Starscream had already left with Cyclonus to meet with Strika, leaving him to den-sit Scream. He stretched himself out, yawning hugely before shaking his head clear of sleep. Scream batted his leg again, mewing angrily before ramming her head into his solid flank.

"You promised!" she mewed after she fell backwards, her head rolling a little from the impact.

"Promised?" he asked as he cleaned his paw.

"You told me you'd take me out on patrols with you today!" she mewed, leaping onto her feet and glaring up at him. "You promised!"

He looked down at her, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "Do not forget your place, kit," he stated calmly, making her cock her head in confusion. "I am leader of BloodClan; you are a kit, not even an apprentice yet."

She blinked several times before lowering her head and front legs, lifting her hind end up into the air and waving her tail around. "I'm not an apprentice!" she yowled. "I'm a big, mean BloodClan warrior! You are a mouse for dinner!"

She darted forward and he easily stepped aside, letting her run into the side of the box that was their den. He shook his head at her as she bounced backwards, falling onto her back with her eyes rolling around in her head. He walked over to her and gazed down at her where she lay. She giggled weakly, pawing up at him in an attempt to look cute. He shook his head again before turning away from her.

"A mouse dodged you?" he asked in false mockery. "My, my, how the BloodClan warriors are falling from grace."

She mewed up at him before rolling over and pouncing on his leg. He smirked at her as she gnawed on him, her tiny kit fangs barely even making a mark on him. He brought his head down quickly, smacking her in the side and sending her rolling away with a yowl of surprise. He followed her, nipping on her hind leg to make her dart ahead of him, causing her to mew at him to stop. She darted out of the den and he padded slowly behind her, knowing that he would catch her soon.

Lugnut looked up from where he was digging through a trashcan and hissed at Scream, trying to get her to turn around and flee back to him. She was unfazed by his aggression, knowing that he would never dare to harm Megatron's kit; the fact that he spoiled her with any special treat he could find did not help the situation either. She blazed past his trashcan, dashing into another box den without stopping. Several yowls of surprise sounded before Scream came tearing back out, eyes very big and he guessed she had just ran into a mating pair of BloodClan warriors. He chuckled before trotting after her, not at all worried about her getting into trouble; she had a decent head guiding her around.

He heard her mewing up ahead and smirked as he turned a corner in the alley to find her confronting a wall. She glanced back at him and backed up to the wall, baring her fangs. He chuckled as he stalked forward, crouching down low with a deep rumble in his throat. She pressed her ears to her head, lowering herself to the ground as he advanced, shaking in terror. He paused above her, flicking his tail back and forth as he observed her submissive behavior. It was not uncommon for him to attack cornered BloodClan warriors or lost Kittypets, and he had demonstrated his power to her before, at Starscream's request, when he had killed a large dog that had been terrorizing them. He nudged her gently, nibbling on her back leg to make her move.

"Move along, mouse," he teased gently, nudging her forward.

She glanced up at him fearfully with her red eyes before rising slowly, her tail dragging along the ground. He followed her slowly, tilting his head curiously at her behavior. He stepped closer to her before smirking and darting forward, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck, and charged onwards. She yowled in surprise, paws swatting at the air as she tried to run, only making him chuckle. She hung from his jaws as he darted past Lugnut, who stared after them in shock, flicking his tail back and forth to help his balance.

"Poppa!" she screamed in terror as he leapt up onto one of the Twolegs strange metal climbing trees.

He grunted at her before leaping up the metal trees, heading up onto the top of one of their weird dens. He dropped Scream on the top of the den, walking over to the edge and jumping up, observing the area around him. She shakily followed him, mewing weakly after she realized that she could not jump up after him. He turned and picked her up, setting her down gently beside him, and licked her head before turning to observe the landscape again. She looked out after him and mewed in surprise.

"Whoa…do we have control over all of this?" she asked.

"BloodClan controls the Twolegs' entire city," Megatron replied, his tail swinging back and forth. "Nothing goes on without our knowing."

"Does Momma patrol over there?" she asked, pointing with her paw to the west where the Twolegs huge metal dens pierced the sky.

He nodded. "Starscream runs patrols through there every few days," he replied before smiling proudly. "Her followers and she seem to fly through their territory. They are some of the most glorious of the BloodClan warriors."

She looked up at him, her red eyes brimming with hope. "I'll be that good, right, Poppa?" she mewed.

He smirked before lifting his paw up and rubbing her head. "I'm sure you will be a grand BloodClan warrior, Scream," he replied.

She purred before nuzzling up against him. He smirked, amused by her affection that she had picked up from them, even though neither he nor Starscream showed it in the presence of other BloodClanners. He licked her head gently, his ears perked to catch any sudden sounds. A soft chuckle caught his attention and he looked up, fangs bared before he narrowed his eyes at she-cat that stood on the edge of the building. She tilted her head curiously before smiling.

"Is this Scream?" Nightbird asked.

Scream gasped and hid behind his leg, cowering as he stood up. "This is my kit, Scream," he confirmed.

Nightbird walked slowly over to them, tilting her head more before hissing. "She isn't an apprentice yet!" she hissed.

Megatron shook his head. "You sound surprised; she has another month to go before she can join her mother on patrols," he replied.

Nightbird glared at Scream for a moment. "She does not look like the last one; Firescream showed promise from an early stage," she hissed.

Scream mewed softly. "Poppa says I have promise," she whispered.

Nightbird laughed at her statement. "Megatron actually said that? Or was it Starscream?" she sneered.

Scream glared up at her before leaping forward, planting her paws down the other she-cat's chest, and tried to shove her. "Poppa would not lie about something like!" she mewed angrily.

Nightbird blinked down at her in disbelief as Megatron chuckled. She shook her head once before batting the kit back onto the roof of the den, earning a yowl of pain as she bounced. Megatron snarled at the she-cat before a red, purple, and grey blur struck her from behind, pinning her down to the ledge.

"Don't you ever touch my kit again, you bumbling mouse-brain!" Starscream roared as her claws dug into Nightbird's back.

Megatron hissed at Nightbird as she struggled to get away from Starscream's wrath. He walked calmly over to her before swiping his claws across her face, causing her to cry out in pain. "Never touch Scream again, Nightbird, or there will be terrible repercussions," he threatened evenly before leaping down to check on Scream.

She was lying on her side, whimpering softly, but not showing any signs of injury. He nudged her with his nose, earning a weak cry of pain, but he decided that it was nothing too serious. Starscream was at his side in an instant, fretting over their kit's condition as only mothers seem to do. She was crying about broken bones when Cyclonus walked over calmly and smacked her with his paw.

"She is not suffering from broken bones, Starscream," the purple tom stated. "If it were, she would be screaming in pain, not lying there."

Starscream rubbed her head where her cousin had struck her, glaring at him before huffing. "It could be," she snapped.

"It isn't," Cyclonus replied before looking down at Scream. "Get up."

She mewed softly before trying to get to her feet, yowling in pain when she rolled over onto her stomach. She shook her head weakly, refusing to even attempt to get to her feet again. Megatron glanced at the other two before bending down and grabbing her scruff firmly between his teeth. He lifted her up into the air, ignoring her mews of protest, and set her on her paws, steadying her as she wobbled. She swallowed before rubbing her face against his, mewing in thanks.

"She's fine," Megatron chuckled, shooting his mate a smirk. "Just bruises."

Starscream snorted before sticking her nose in the air. "I could have told you that," she meowed.

Megatron shook his head before looking at Starscream in a commanding way. "What did Strika have to say?" he demanded.

"Not much to report," Starscream replied, sitting down to clean her paw. "They have a large dog that follows them around, but Oil Slick has already found something to ward it off."

Megatron snorted as Scream walked carefully over to Cyclonus to weave around his legs. "It had better not be that bottled skunk smell that he used on the other dogs the last time they had a problem; they reeked of that foul stench for weeks."

"What's a skunk?" Scream asked as she tried to get her uncle to lower his head so she could play with his ears.

"A black and white striped forest animal that smells worse than a garbage dump," Starscream snorted.

"Can you show me one?" she asked, now bouncing to reach Cyclonus' unnaturally long ears.

"No," Megatron replied before shaking his head. "Leave his ears alone," he added.

"But…but…but they're so long!" she mewed, swatting at Cyclonus' chin. "Uncle Bunny!"

Starscream tried to stifle her laughter as Cyclonus' face melted from his usual expressionless features to one of pure annoyance. He flattened his ears to his head and turned to leave, his fur fluffed up to express his insulted feelings. Scream mewed in confusion before preparing to bound after him to continue her game. Megatron quickly pulled her back by the hind leg, tucking her against his body to make she didn't go anywhere. Cyclonus flicked his tail as a departing word before vanishing off the top of the Twoleg den.

"But I wanted to play," Scream mewed.

Starscream cleared her throat as she tried to regain her composure. "Cyclonus is sensitive about the length of his ears, little one," she replied, smirking in spite of herself. "He does not appreciate being referred to as a rabbit."

Scream mewed in confusion before wrinkling her nose up. "But why are his ears that long?"

"Fluke," Megatron replied.

"So it's Fluke's fault?" Scream asked.

Starscream once again fell over laughing while Megatron chuckled softly. "No, little one," he chuckled, swatting his mate gently. "'Fluke' is something that does not happen very often and occurs on accident."

Scream gasped in horror. "Cyclonus got hit by one of the Twolegs' monsters?!" she screamed, mistaking the term for one the humans used to explain a car crash.

There were several minutes where Megatron could not correct his young kit's statement; he was laughing too hard to get a coherent sentence out of his mouth. Scream looked from one parent to the other in confusion before cleaning her paws in boredom, a habit she had picked up from Starscream. When her father had finally regained his breath, he licked her head affectionately.

"He was not hit by any Twoleg monster," he corrected her gently. "It was something that was passed down to him from his parents."

"Oh," she mewed, lowering her head in embarrassment.

Starscream was lying on her back trying to catch her breath, still snickering every few seconds. "Oh, my little kit," she laughed, "you, you are a she-cat after my own heart!"

Scream shifted nervously on her paws. "I didn't mean to insult him," she whispered.

Starscream rolled onto her stomach, a satisfied smirk on her mouth. "My cousin is a big tom, he'll be fine," she purred before standing up and walking over. "As for you," she chuckled before picking her up, "you are coming back to the den with me; you're father has a patrol to do."

"But he promised!" she wailed struggling to get away.

"Another time," Megatron stated. "Perhaps when you are an apprentice."

"But that's so far away!" she sniffled. "Poppa…."

Megatron looked at her once before turning and stalking off, leaving his mate behind with their kit. Scream mewed softly, slumping in defeat and ceasing in her struggles. Starscream turned and trotted away, leaping down the metal climbing tree with far more speed and grace than Megatron had had climbing up. The minute her paws hit the ground, Starscream took off like lightning, streaking past all the other obstacles, leaping over fallen refuge, and landing without so much as jostling Scream. Lugnut looked up from where he had been sitting guarding the entrance to their home territory and stepped into their path, causing Starscream to gasp in surprise and attempt to stop from plowing into him head on.

"What is wrong with you, you one-eyed kittypet?!" Starscream shrieked after dropping Scream gently onto the ground.

Lugnut hissed before bristling. "Where is Lord Megatron?"

"On patrols," Scream mewed sadly. "And he broke his promise."

Lugnut hissed at Starscream before addressing Scream. "What did he promise you, young mistress?"

Scream had learned to ignore Lugnut's strange terms of endearment and merely pouted. "He promised to take me out on patrols with him," she mewed.

Starscream picked her up promptly. "Scream, that's enough complaining; your father has important business to do," she scolded.

Lugnut opened his mouth to argue with Starscream about how Scream was in the right to argue since she obviously had taken her away, but the she-cat had already stepped around him and trotted off to her den. She dropped Scream at the entrance to their den, nudging her inside while she checked something neraby. Sulking, she walked in and collapsed onto the floor, sniffling like a spoilt kit. Starscream came in a second later, lying down behind her, and holding her down securely with her paws before she began to clean her.

"No!" Scream squealed, wiggling to get away. "I don't want a bath!"

Starscream chuckled softly but never stopped licking her kit clean. She finished quickly, releasing the disgruntled little she-cat promptly to let her rub herself against the sides of the box. Scream glared at her mother, wrinkling her nose in disgust before trying to make the puff of fur on the top of her head lie back down. Her mother smiled before rolling onto her side and Scream quickly raced over, realizing that she was incredibly hungry now. She quickly started suckling, knowing that this would probably be the last time she would be allowed to before she was to become an apprentice; the very thought of being weaned after she was an apprentice scared her. She hadn't liked the weird food that Lugnut gorged himself on, or the really weird smelling herbs that Oil Slick boasted. She didn't mind the mice or rats that Megatron brought home for her, but the cockroaches she could live without.

When she had drunken her fill, she pulled back and yawned. Starscream rolled back over onto her stomach before cleaning the side of her kit's mouth where some milk had leaked down the side of her face. Scream curled up against her side, mewing softly as her eyelids began to drop from exhaustion, as they often did after she was fed. Licking her kit's head, she made a note to show Scream where some of the choicest rats in the entire city could be found for when she was out on her own. She could catch a mouse quickly enough when she let one loose in the den for her to play with, but she still had to master the skill of sneaking up on her prey and attacking without them realizing she was there.

She stared at the side of her den as she remembered Firescream's first hunting lesson. He missed the rat entirely, the little rodent instead being eaten by Lugnut; the mouse-brained idiot; but he had shown much promise to be a warrior. She missed her little tom dearly, but he was out fighting, something he had been trained to do and adored with all of his heart. He had inherited that trait from his father, which did not surprise her much considering how aggressive Megatron always was and still is. She looked down at her now sleeping kit and smiled softly; Scream had a good future ahead of her, she was going to make sure of it. Megatron was going to make sure of it too, once she convinced him properly.

She curled herself around Scream, licking her again before letting herself relax and fall into a light sleep. She awoke after what felt like a moment to a soft tongue licking her face. She opened her eyes to stare up into Megatron's face, exhaustion shining through his eyes now that he was in the safety of his den. She licked his cheek affectionately as he collapsed beside her, his head resting on her paws.

"Long patrol?" she asked.

"Very long; I am glad that Scream did not accompany me," he yawned.

Starscream chuckled before licking her mate's ear. "Aww, you poor little thing," she teased.

Megatron lifted the side of his mouth to expose his fangs, too exhausted to give her a cuff. She laughed softly into his ear before resting her head on his neck, content to let him live with the fact that she could say anything to him and he could not retaliate in his state. Megatron gazed down at their kit, leaning forward to lick her coat affectionately before resting his head down beside her. Next time, next time he would take her out on a patrol that did not include darting across the Twolegs' Thunderpath…or dealing with over-confident WindClan warriors that had dared to stray into his territory. But they were no longer a threat now, so there was no need to worry about them.

No forest cat would ever set paw in his territory and live to tell the tale.

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Author's Comments

Well, this is supposed to be based on 's TFA Warrior series, because she's so awesome to inspire me to write one of my characters as a kitten.

Scream was supposed to be a different character, but I couldn't think of a name, so I just said, "screw this!" and stuck Eternalscream there. She isn't complaining.

I realize that Megatron probably seems like a total pushover here. In my books, he is the ultimate daddy; I don't know why, but that's what he strikes me as. And Starscream has been kicked into a gender bending machine and made a girl for another story, the real one that ES actually is going to star in.

This can be taken as an alternate reality (no duh, they're cats ) to what actually happens to ES; she does not grow up with the Decepticons and instead raised by Autobots. Megatron does not even know his daughter exists. Yeah, keep an eye open in the next few years (I am slow at getting things typed up) on for her story. So yeah, I know nothing about the Warrior series so I probably serious screwed everything over in there. Sorry to all the Warriors fans out there

Scream/Eternalscream belongs to me
Transformers belongs to Hasbro/other companies
Warriors belongs to the author (who I do not know the name of)

Sequel? Most likely

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