Okay so this is where all my Petformer dabbles are going to be. They'll probably all be individual, not continuing with a story. Those that do will be named part 1, 2, etc.

Enjoy.

I totally dreamed this the other night I swear! Well, it might have been because I just had a field trip with peanutchan's Petformer drawings. They are just adorable and offer lots of bunnies! Specially inspired by this pic: http:/ peanutchan. /gallery/#/d1y33h0 SO CUTE! Though Bumblebee is NOT theirs!

Basically Lockdown and Prowl are cats and our ninja-cat gave birth to a kitten, how? I. Don't. Care. He just did. My fic, my twisted fantasy MINE! Well, I got the idea from GeminiGirl83 so a big thanks!

Don't like, the door is right behind you.

Okay, on with the story.

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The street lights were dim, and the darkness in the alley was even worse. Lockdown silently moved forward, stopping every now and then to sniff and look around him, searching for any possible threats.

Before, he would have never bothered to be so cautious. He would enjoy bumping into the small gangs and the troubles they brought, a good fight always getting him into a good mood.

But not now. Not when he had a family to look after. He turned back to look at his mate, Prowl who was farther back until Lockdown gave the clear. Hanging from his mouth was the form of a five day old kitten. They needed to find a safe place to stay and they needed it fast. The den where Prowl had given birth had been found by the local pound and it was by a miracle that they had escaped, Prowl having just given birth. His mate was exhausted and weak. He shouldn't even be walking, and yet they had been prowling the streets for five days, searching not only for a safe place, but for food. The kitten drank Prowl's milk, but the black and beige cat himself had not eaten anything in two days.

Lockdown's ears fell flat on his head as they neared the end of the alley. There was more light here, but it was late and no humans were about. They had already searched this section of the city and found nothing. Now, they would have to venture to a sector Lockdown had hoped never to step paw in again. But they were out of options.

"Lockdown." The mongrel's ears twitched as the exhausted voice of his mate reached him. He turned only to see Prowl laying on the floor, their kitten between his paws, nuzzled in his neck.

Lockdown ran up to his mate, sniffing him to make sure he was uninjured. "Ya alright darlin'?"

"I- I'm sorry but I can't go any farther." Prowl said in a tiny, truly void of energy voice. Lockdown's heart skipped. They were in a dangerous place. Not only could humans find them, but street dogs and cats were sure to be near. He stood up and looked around the alley. There was nothing much to see. A large garbage canister was to the side, they could sleep under it but the mongrel would not make his mate and newly born offspring sleep in such a disgusting place.

"Stay here." He growled, jumping on the garbage canister to see what else there was.

Prowl watched his mate disappear in the darkness before lowering his head between his paws, covering the small form of his kitten. The small dark green and black fur ball mewled in hunger and cold. Licking his son, he tried to cover him as much as his could. It helped that he was so little, but that also worried Prowl a lot.

He was pressed to the alley wall and eyed the street with caution. He was startled by the sudden appearances of his mate, noticing he had fallen asleep, even if it had been a few seconds.

"Can you get up? There's a few empty boxes a little way's off. We can sleep in there at least for tonight."

Nodding, Prowl weakly got up only to fall again in exhaustion. Coming up beside him, Lockdown used his body to help steady his mate. Once up, Prowl grabbed his shivering kitten.

Lockdown led them to a secluded place where there was indeed, a whole stack of boxes. Sniffing the air in search for any other cats around, he guided his family to a medium sized box.

Seeing no danger, Prowl immediately entered and went to the far corner dropping their kitten with gentle ease and curling around him, desperately wanting to give him some source of warmth. The black and beige cat was scared that having being exposed to the winter's cold would rob them of their only kitten's life. He should have never been outside newly born.

Lockdown sighed as he eyed his family, cold and hungry. When he had taken the younger cat away from his family, he had never imagined they would suffer such hardships. He should be able to provide food and shelter for him!

Laying down around his mate and offspring, he was unsurprised to find Prowl already asleep. The mongrel could only pray that they both survived until they found a new home.

…

Morning came too soon for the exhausted black and beige cat. He groaned as light entered the box they were in. He looked down at his kitten, smiling in content as he saw the small fur ball sleeping peacefully, twitching every once in a while. Licking their son, he turned to look at the large form of his mate, sleeping quietly, right ear twitching with every noise no matter how small.

Suddenly, a loud growl seemed to fill the box. Lockdown was immediately awake, fur bristling and hissing in warning before he even knew the danger. As soon as his eyes focused and he saw nothing there, he turned confused to look at his blushing mate.

"What was that?"

"That, would be my stomach." The black and beige cat said looking away in embarrassment, glaring at the mongrel as he laughed.

"It's not funny!" He hissed annoyed.

Both cats looked at their offspring as he let out a cry, his tiny head poking out of the haven Prowl had made with his paws, eyes still not completely open and searching for a nipple.

Shifting onto his side, with Lockdown's help he made sure the kitten found a nipple and listened as he began suckling. Still tired and with no real energy, Prowl laid his head down, closing his eyes for a few seconds before feeling his mate grooming and nuzzling his neck.

"You're hungry." He said after another rather impressive growl escaped from his stomach. "I'll get you something to eat, there's bound to be some mice around these parts." He pondered glaring at the box's entrance. He didn't like the idea of leaving his mate, but Prowl was in no condition to go out or hunt.

"Mmm, I'll be fine." Prowl responded as if reading his mind.

"I know, just hate leaving you in such a place. It's dangerous."

"We'll be okay, you must be hungry too."

Sighing, Lockdown nuzzled his mate's neck earning a purr.

"I'll be right back." He whispered tenderly. Then, he was off sniffing for the nearest prey.

Prowl sighed fondly. Overprotective glitch, that's what his mate was. What could possibly go wrong?

...

How had this happened? Lockdown had been gone for twenty minutes when the two cats had appeared. Prowl had ignored them, but they wouldn't leave till they got what they wanted. And Prowl was not going to let them use him as a play thing. After a quick fight, getting strength seemingly out of thin air, Prowl had manged to pass the two rather large cats and bolted.

Now, he found himself running as fast as he could, considering the weight hanging from his mouth. The newborn kitten cried in fear, his body cold and sore from being handled so roughly, but Prowl would not stop, could not stop. The two cats were gaining on him fast. Even if he was faster, he was hungry and tired, his energy depleting fast and the weight from the small fur ball didn't help anything.

"Come here precious! Put down that heavy weight and play with us!" Called the black one, red eyes gleaming with twisted lust.

Hissing as the big cat tried to tackle him, he jumped on a couple of boxes and onto a fence ledge, his balance helping him not fall and run the whole length praying that he could loose the cats if he stayed on higher grounds.

Jumping off as he reached the end, he turned into an alley and managed to find a hole he could fit through in the fence that closed off the alley. Squirming through it, he continued to run for a few blocks until he turned into another alley. Only then did he stop. Putting his quivering kitten down, he panted, out of breath and desperate for water.

A small mewl reached his ears. Laying next to his son he nuzzled the small fur ball, seeing if he was okay. The newly born cried out in hunger, his still weak legs not able to support him as he tried to get closer to the warmth that his parent offer.

Still panting, Prowl looked up towards the sky. Where could Lockdown be? What would he do once he returned to their temporary shelter and find them gone? Their scents mixed with that of larger felines and blood? His mates blood nonetheless?

He looked down at the gash in his leg he had received when one of the cats, the large brownish one , had tried to keep him from leaving. Wincing, he started licking at it, the adrenaline rush wearing off and the pain seeping through. His whole body hurt. The cats having pushed him around and bitten him several times, trying to mount him. It was a miracle they had escaped, but Prowl would not allow anyone else to touch him but his mate. His anger had doubled when the black cat seemed more interested in his kitten, crying in fear in the corner of their shelter. The black and beige cat was sure that once Lockdown figured out what had happened, he would be out for blood. He knew his mate was jealous, and he also knew he was possessive and extremely protective of him.

He whimpered, the throbbing pain in his leg doubling. He wished Lockdown was here. He always made everything alright.

…

Some minutes passed and Prowl felt himself drifting off. All of a sudden, a breeze came down the alley and with it, scent. Prowl's ears shot up intently listening for anything. The cats were near. Slowly and quietly he stood and grabbed his kitten, who protested about being disrupted from his peace and sleep yet again. Prowl mewled in apology afraid for his kitten's health. He was born five days ago and they had been on the run since then, that could not be good for a newborn's health at all.

"Got'cha!"

Prowl jumped as one of the cats suddenly appeared behind him. How had he gotten around him? Hissing, he tried to sidestep him but was rammed from the side knocking him mercilessly against the hard wall. Groaning at the pain that went down his back, he realized with horror that his kitten was missing.

"Looking for this?" Sneered the black cat nodding at the whimpering and hurt kitten curled up at his feet, claws dangerously near him.

"Stop! Don't you dare touch him!" He hissed trying in vain to get up. He was hurt badly and had no energy left. Giving birth, then running nonstop? It was all finally catching up to him at the worst moment.

The mix of brown and grey cat came around the other side, sitting next to the kitten.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt it if you let us play with you." He said licking his lips.

Prowl hissed.

"Oh well if you want to play like that." The black cat used one of his claw to flick the kitten onto his back earning a loud and painful cry.

"Stop!" Yelled Prowl, panicked. "I'll- I'll do it! Just please, please don't hurt him!" He was begging and he didn't care. Anything to save his kittens life. He just hoped Lockdown forgives him.

He lowered his head in shame as the brownish cat strode over. He was betraying his mate, but he had to save their son.

"See isn't that easier?" He leered at the smaller cat one massive paw bringing him closer to his body. Prowl growled in disgust, but a quick warning from the black cat hovering one of his claws over the whimpering kitten shut him up.

"Alright Moonblock, take it somewhere else, I wanna enjoy this."

Smirking, Prowl caught something weird in his eyes as he eyed the small black and dark green fur ball. He couldn't be… His eyes widened as he bent down to pick up his kitten!

"What are you doing!" He asked trying to get up only to be pushed back down as the other cat laid onto of him.

Grinning, the black cat turned and left, turning into another alley.

"S- STOP! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM?" He cried desperately trying to get away from the large cat and run after the other, but he didn't have the energy.

"Don't worry, he'll take good care of him. He looooves kittens."

Shocked he turned to see the large cat's twisted smile, lust filled eyes gleaming in need. "No! He's just a kitten he- he won't survive!" He was disgusted, these, these beast wanted to- agggg with his kitten!

He struggled, but the cat roughly bit down on his neck, making Prowl howl in pain and stay still.

….

An alley away, Moonblock dropped the kitten roughly on the floor, earning a pitiful cry from the newly born. Licking his lips, he circled his young prey.

"Ohoo you look delicious, a bit too young maybe but I bet you'll be a nice fit for me anyway." He growled stepping closer to the terrified fur ball. Trying to get away from the source of pain, the kitten tried to crawl away, but he couldn't even stand up.

His cries grew louder in fear as he felt the strange cat put a large paw on him. Where were his parents? Why weren't they here!

"Don't be afraid, I'll treat you okay, this won't hurt. Much."

"No, but this will."

Startled by the rough, intimidating voice he turned to look at however had spoken, intent on making the annoyance go away. He was met with dark red eyes and fangs sharper then anything he'd every seen. The cat was big, almost bigger then he was! Pure muscle and claws and fangs.

Before he could process anything else, the large cat was on him, hissing and clawing at him. The other tried to fight back, but the black and green mongrel was stronger. Not to mention, every time he tried to bite at his neck, the small spikes hurt his mouth. Not allowing any more games, Lockdown threw the black cat away as he heard his kitten cry.

Lockdown turned and was at his son's side in an instant. The other cat ran, bleeding and with missing patches of fur. He'd hunt the fucker down some other time.

Bringing the him closer with his paws, he allowed himself a second to nuzzle the frightened kitten, who purred as the familiar scent and warmth of his other parent reached him.

Making sure his son was okay, his eyes narrowed into slits as he heard a pained howl echo trough the alley. One he recognized all too well. He growled.

...

"Nggg st- stop!" Cried Prowl as the larger cat tried to position himself.

Frustrated with all the squirming the pretty cat under him was doing, he let go of his neck and swatted the black and beige cat's face with his paw, leaving three good long gashes running from his ear to his cheek.

Hissing in pain, Prowl still tried to buck the other off.

"Hold still and I promise it won't hurt!" Snarled the larger cat.

"You- you promised… kitten wouldn't get… hurt." Prowl panted exhausted. He wouldn't last much longer.

"Ha! Well, I lied now keep still!" Biting into Prowl's neck harder this time, the smaller cat cried in pain as he felt blood pour down his neck onto the ground below him.

He panicked feeling something large and wet prodding at his entrance.

"Sto- stop! Please! Let go! STOP!"

Prowl was startled when the crushing weight on him was suddenly thrown off. He hissed softly at the sting the sharp teeth produced from being torn off his sensitive and bleeding neck.

Too tired to run, he looked up to see what had happened, letting a relieved sigh as he saw his mate standing over him. His relief quickly turned to panic.

"Lo- Lockdown! K- kitten!"

Without so much as a word Lockdown turned and gently placed their kitten between his mate's front paws. Prowl quickly sniffed and nuzzled the shivering kitten, grooming the small fur ball in attempts to calm him down.

Lockdown gazed down at his mate, his expression blank. His eyes lingering on the gashes on his leg, face and then his bleeding neck. Anger rising he turned to face the cat that dare to touch his mate and offspring, fur bristling.

"Who the hell are you!" Hissed the brown cat.

"Your worst nightmare." Lockdown launched himself at the cat.

Prowl watched, hugging his kitten closer to his sore body as both cats fought. Hisses and yowls filling the alley. He wasn't worried, Lockdown would win, he always did.

But Lockdown wasn't looking for a win. He wanted a kill. Dodging one of the cat's paws trying to claw his face off, he dropped to the floor and launched forward onto the cat's neck, sinking his teeth deeply in.

The cat's howls of agony were drowned by the sound of choking on his own blood. Prowl looked away, busing himself with grooming his kitten.

"Le- let g-o!"

Letting the cat go, Lockdown placed his massive paw on his neck as he fell to the floor.

"Did you let go when he asked you!" He growled nodding over at Prow, adding pressure onto the cat's neck.

"Pl..ease!"

Lockdown sneered. "He begged you to stop and you didn't listen!"

"So..rr.."

"Too bad, I'm not." With one swift move, the mongrel snapped the cats neck, all life leaving the disgusting creature's eyes.

Taking a moment to sneer down at his kill, he turned and ran to Prowl's side.

"Kid?" He licked his mate's bleeding neck and shoulders earning a soft hiss of pain.

"I.. fine.."

"The hell you are!" Snarled Lockdown. The kitten cried at the sudden shout and Prowl resumed his grooming, reassuring words spoken softly.

"Never leaving your side again." The mongrel said softly, lying down beside his mate and continuing to lick his wounds, his face and nuzzling him.

Prowl smiled leaning into his mate.

"Can't believe that cat almost..." The black and green's fur bristled in anger at the image of finding a strange cat with his offspring and of another cat standing over his mate, hurting him, and trying to mount him. He let out a growl.

Prowl gently nuzzled his mate in an attempt to calm him.

"I'm fine love."

"No you're not. You're bleeding and exhausted, the fur ball was hurt and thanks to all of this he could..."

"Shhh, nothing happened and nothing will happen. I know you'll always be there to protect us."

"Damn right I will!"

Smiling, Prowl leaned against his mate, purring as he draped a massive paw over him and let himself drift off. He didn't particularly like sleeping in the same alley the dead cat was in, but he had no energy to move. Tomorrow they'd find a new place, one that was safe.

Lockdown jumped as a fierce growl reached his ears. Glancing around, he saw no one and turned to look at his mate.

"Damn." He muttered in a unlike Prowl way. "I'm still hungry."

Okay there you go. Pointless right? Meh, I just needed to get it out of my brain and on paper! So, review please!