Hiiii! It's me: CrazyCatGirl! Here's the sequel to "A Con Called Caterwaul." Sorry it's taken me so long to start typing it up! With the Hurricane Sandy causing power outages, I haven't been able to update anything! *twitches from internet-withdrawal* Also, my great-Grandmother recently passed away, as did at least three of our fish (Isten, Acer, and Geo). I dedicate this first chapter to these four persons. And now, I shall answer reviews from the last "Caterwaul" chapter.

To Autobot-Blurr 221: Aww, I'm glad you like it! Yes. There is muchly love indeed.

To TransFan101: Hahaha, well, now there's a sequel. Sorry it's taken so long for me to post it. Haha, I'm so happy that my fanfic has made you shout for joy!

To Autobot StarRacer: Yeah, I'll try to update more, but that'll take a while, I think.

To Mayday200: What? A whole week of no sugar?! What madness does this be?! Ok, I will. (Me: Hey, Breakdown! Breakdown: What now, tiny human? Me: This poor reviewer has no sugar! We must get their dad to let them have some! Breakdown: Why? I'm busy. Me: Busy telling Caterwaul you loooooooove her? Breakdown: If you weren't the authoress of this story, I'd pound you! Me: Yes, I know you would. But I'll quit bothering you if you help this poor reviewer get some sugar! Breakdown: Rrrrgh, fine! Me: Caterwaul can go with yooouuu... Breakdown: ...Better. Let's go!) Oh, thank you so much! Thank you for telling me which parts are better than others in my story, now I can try to improve the other parts! Thank you for so many nice compliments!

To Iceshadow911247: It doesn't exactly end there, it continues here! Yeah, me too. Curse my overwhelming awe of Transformer-celebrities like Optimus! Yikes, ok, ok! Please don't find me and stare through my window; FireFlare might shove our ferret in your face to protect me! (Seriously, you'd be surprised how crazily a ferret, especially one who's just had a bath, can scratch up a face! I know: I've tried it. It's still adorable, but very pointy.)

And now... THE CHAPTER!

A pair of bright, blue-gray eyes stared out from an old apartment window. The left eye was slightly more closed than the right, courtesy of a long, thick scar running from the middle of the forehead to the left cheek.

The eyes belonged to a young girl, roughly 16 years old. She blinked quickly as a sudden hot breeze spat dust and sand at her, whipping her stringy brown hair around her face.

Aside from her eyes, nothing else moved, remaining tensely motionless. The girl's eyes flicked back and forth ever so slightly as she observed the unbelievable scene before her.

Over a mile away out in the desert, out of sight of the town behind the girl's lair, a ferocious battle raged.

Enormous, multi-colored metal creatures, mostly humanoid, clashed and fought, sending sparks, sand, and rocks flying. Weapon-fire blasted the ground as some of the metal beings dodged the shooting from others.

It was insanity. And the girl smiled in wonder at it all.

Slowly, one of her hands lifted and lightly stroked the jagged scar across her left eye. That scar had resulted from a similar experience with the metal persons.

*Flashback*

Over a year ago, she'd been wandering around with her cat, a bit farther than usual from her family's house, watching some incredible birds –turkey vultures- flying through the sky. She hadn't realized how far she'd gone, following them, until she grew thirsty and decided to go back.

As the girl had slowly retraced her steps back to her house with her pet/friend, there'd been a sudden noise, like wind through huge trees, and she'd spotted a greenish glow coming from behind her.

When she'd turned to look, the girl had been stunned to see gigantic, mechanical beings stepping out of a whirling greenish vortex. Her gray cat had stood protectively in front of her and hissed at the unexpected sight. Brave cat.

The girl and feline scurried behind a dull-orangey rock formation, watching in amazement as the spinning green-and-blue lightshow vanished, and the robots had begun speaking with one another.

Another vortex of light opened, and even more robots emerged. But they obviously weren't very good friends with the first ones, seeing as the two groups began blasting one another with huge cannons and guns.

Aside from the highly advanced-looking machinery, there was quite a lot of blade-slicing and fist-punching used as well. Pieces of metal, mostly small scraps and slivers, went flying.

One of these pieces had been about the size of a large, thin chef's knife, and had gouged the girl's left eye as it sailed past. She'd tried to stifle her yowl of shock and pain, then picked up the slice of metal and hurried away with her cat following, and the duo hid farther away in the mountain-like rocks.

There, she'd wiped some blood away from her eye and assessed the damage to it. Thank goodness the scrap of metal hadn't punctured it, but it'd sliced her forehead, left eyebrow and eyelid, and left cheek.

The girl had cleaned away as much of the blood as she could, and her feline had licked her face in comfort. After the battlefield went silent, the pair had gone back to the house. The cat had returned to his mate, a white she-cat with brown stripes, who was napping on a couch.

The girl had returned to the bathroom, where she examined her eye in the mirror and cleaned it thoroughly. Her younger sister had believed her when she explained what'd happened, but her parents hadn't.

They'd thought that she'd done it to herself o gotten into a fight, and her dad had taken away her TV and computer privileges for supposedly lying. The girl understood that her story'd been hard to believe, but it still stung that her parents didn't trust her.

She'd had problems with them for a long time, and her mom yelled at her a lot, and her father acted depressed a lot. But the girl had still felt hurt that now they didn't even believe her.

*End of flashback*

The girl had kept that gash on her eye, and it'd slowly faded into a scar. She had scars, small ones, all over her arms, legs, and upper back. Even on her lower neck. They were from old bug-bites and tiny scratches that she hadn't allowed to heal.

Some were reminders she'd given herself using her sharp nails, reminders to be better. Others were old scratches from when she'd gotten angry and clawed at her arms with her nails.

Sometimes, when she was bored, she'd count her scars, or try to remember where some of them had come from. She didn't mind them at all. If anything, she liked how they looked in the light.

A furry touch on her hand made the girl look down, exiting her little trip down memory lane. The furry thing was her gray cat friend, Phaser.

He had light, silvery fur, deep emerald eyes, ripped ears, and a scarred pelt, and one of the claws on his right front foot was jammed to one side.

He was her best friend on Earth, besides her sister back at their family's house. Phaser was one of several feral cats and dogs living in the abandoned apartment with the girl. Among the other felines was Phaser's mate, Lightray, the brown-striped white female with blue eyes.

She'd recently had four little kittens, and Shard had helped the pair get fresh food every day, whether it be from killed rats or from thrown-out meat.

The girl much-preferred cats and other animals to humans. Animals were much more interesting.

Then again, so were the giant robots, who were now barely a mile away.

Wouldn't it be interesting, the girl thought as she watched them, if she could meet them?

Well, there ya' go. Not the best ending to a chapter, not very exciting. Sorry. It'll get WAY more interesting as the story goes on, I promise! More chapters to come! Soon, I hope...