This story is based off of Autobot-Fangirls0203's story Their Angel with my own twist. And if you are reading this, I hope you approve of it and hope you do not mind me using your idea a bit. Anyway Transformers is not owned by me only my OC's through out the story. Now that that's over, onwards with the story!

Cybertron, home of the Transformers of all kinds. From the Cybertronians to the Pretrorabbit, all born from the Allspark and Primus. Now it was in the middle of it's the Golden Age. And just outside the outer walls of Praxaus a small Cybercat slunk through the alleys.

It was much smaller than a normal Cybercat though it was in its adult frame. Said frame had several scratches and dents showing its hard life. It's yellow optics were dim in the night as it tried to find shelter and fuel for the night. Finding a small hole in a large unit the cat gave a pitiful mew and limped through its tail dragging along the ground without so much as a sound.

It was a large temple of some sort as the cat could tell. But it did not truly understand much of it nor the writing being a Transformer with survival on its processor along with its emotions. But what it did understand that it would be safe here and perhaps would be able to find fuel later after a stasis nap. In the center of the temple was a large cube. Bigger than anything else besides the planet itself and very few Transformers such as Omega Supreme and Metroplex. The Cybertronian language both old and new was scrawled over every inch of it. The Cybercat could also since a strange aura around it. Powerful, and...Motherly.

Perhaps this is what drew the cat closer, or the idea of taking shelter underneath it for refuge in case enemies try to attack and steal her refuge. But it is unknown exactly but limping over to were it was directly underneath it the Cybercat curled up into a pitiful ball and fell into much needed recharge as a small blue spark of the cubes aura jumped from it to the cats chassis. Then came a brilliant blue flash, then as it was over...the Cybercat was gone...

Cybercat's P.O.V.

As my systems came online I knew something was wrong, well, perhaps not wrong just, not normal. I could think, I had sentience, I was almost...Cybertronian...But that's illogical, I can still feel my tail and I was still laying down on my belly with my four paw/servos tucked underneath me. I was still very much a Cybercat.

Then why do I feel so...different now? I thought to myself as I opened my optics. I was quiet startled to say the least when I onlined my optics and found myself deeper into the city than I was before. And I was no longer in that temple unit with the large cube structure.

Allspark

The name raced into my processor along with other bits of knowledge that any Cybertronian may know if you asked them. Yet I drank in it all, taking in as much of the data I could at once. After all I am a Cybercat, we are rather known for being curious. Though it may kill us...

Seeing a piece of shattered metal that was still reflective I turned my helm as I unfurled myself in a stretch. And it was quite shocking to say the least on what my optics met with.

My reflection...yet...not...

I was no longer scuffed and a dull grey color. Instead I was a deep black from tail tip to audio. Cept' my paw/servos were white as white can be along with glistening sliver claws and my muzzle was white as well. But what startled me the most was my optic color, instead of the usual yellow,green,or even red they were blue with a white circle in the centers of them. My size hadn't changed though, (Human size standards says she's about the size of a Harley motorcycle.) Pity.

Ok, what exactly happened the frag to me!? Was my next thought as I continued to stare at my reflection was awe and a bit of fear. Hearing yelling further down the alley I saw an over energized mech come stumbling my way stringing slurred curses together with an empty cube that I have no doubt use to have high grade in it. Remembering past experiences similar to this in my memory files I fled the alley and into the busy streets.

Breems later, I had been nearly stepped on, screamed at, and even been kicked hard enough for me to get a huge dent below my spark chamber. Grime from the allies and such coated my chassis making me slightly moody. I liked to be clean thank you very much! But apparently Primus was against what I wanted at the moment. And in my processor I was very much cursing him,allies,the city, and pretty much everything else around me.

Without looking were I was going I suddenly crashed into a white and silver Cybertronian. Turning his black helm towards me I saw a blue visor covered his optics and that he was very good looking for his kind. At first he didn't see me till finally he looked down.

Scrap! I yelled in my mind and braced myself to be kicked or something like that. I just hope he'll be quick and semi-painless about it.

Instead his visor brightened and a small smile graced his lips as he turned fully around and knelt down to get a good look at me.

"Well nah, Wah's a pretty thang like ya doin' out on tha streets? It ain't a place for a femme." He spoke kindly with a strange accent. Glance at his back I saw a lack of doorwings-meaning he's not from here- and a large number 4 painted on his chest. Reaching out with a slightly clawed servo, no doubt to pet me, I was in no mood for someone to be touching me while I looked so horrid and helpless I gave a warning hiss and my back armor spiked up in warning. The mech jerked his servo back and held both up as a show he would not harm me.

"Easy naw lil'lady! I ain't gonna harm ya. Gainst mah code as ah mech ta harm a femme." He spoke trying to clam me down. His soothing tone managed to do its purpose a bit causing me to allow my armor to settle down a bit and my hissing softened. But I was still in a defensive stance.

Taking my quietness as a sign to get closer the visored mech crept closer and began to scratch me behind the audios. I ducked away from the touch at first but with the mechs persistence I melted into his touch and gave a gentle purr. While he did that his other servo traced my body causing him to find the deep dent below the spark chamber. I flinched and gave a pitiful mew in pain. Startled he looked me over more till he was satisfied that no other injuries were present. He then gently picked me up causing me to yowl in alarm and try to scratch him. But he still held on, even when I drew a bit of energon when I caught one of his servos.

"Lil'lady, you and ah gonna first get ya presentable. Dhen, ah'm givin' ya a mission fer ya ta do fer me s'cool?"

Pit YES! To be clean!...wait, that means...oh PIT NO! I ain't gettin' inta a bath! I was protesting loudly in my mind. Don't get me wrong I like being clean. All Cybercats do, but there is own thing we all hate besides Petrohounds, and that's cleaning solvent. Once again I tried to get out of his grip before he entered a rental housing unit, but this mech had a grip of a robocroc's jaw on prey. As we entered his temporary home I was about to face my fate like all Cybercats would...like little pit-spawned glitches from the Unmaker with claws.

After much cursing, yowling,and splashes later I was finally clean and 4-as I called the visored mech- undented my armor and got a shiny new collar on me with a fun little bow on it. After scolding me about trying to shred the bow with my claws I pouted in my mind as he picked me up again. I hissed again at him, still not forgiving him for putting me in a bath. 4 gave a nervous laugh and his servos flinched as they held me with still healing cuts on them still visible. He then left his unit and walked deeper into the city.

It was almost a cycle later when we or should I say he walked up to a large housing unit. Instead of going up to the door and knock like a normal Cybertronian 4 hacked the door and waltzed right into the house. I huffed at his actions, so rude! I better not be his pet by the end of the solar cycle, I would offline him first!

"Jazz...What are you doing here in my unit?" Came a cool and dominant male voice from somewhere above us. Both 4-who I now know is Jazz- and I looked up to see on a balcony over looking the main room stoically stood a black and white mech. From the symbols on him I knew he was a Enforcer. With his red chevron and doorwings I knew that Praxaus was his home city. His light blue optics watched us with a calculating and slightly annoyed look. But all in all, he was not bad looking in my book.

Jazz gave a sly smirk and then held me out triumphantly for the Enforcer to see me.

"Ah got yah somethin' Prowler! Thought ya could use a femme like her in ya life!" I gave another hiss and tried to swipe at him from my place in mid air. He was so rude! Not only to me, but to this new mech. He was asking to be offlined! I just now it!

"My designation is not 'Prowler' it's Prowl."

And that's it for now folks! R&R and place your input where ya want it. Don't worry, Inventors Twin and my other fanfic will continue soon, I just don't have the time or energy for it now. I only wrote this today was a) for your guys opinion on it. And b) so you don't feel left out on what to read next since I stopped right before some important episodes in IT. Till my next chance for writing this is Shimmer Mane signing off...

-Till all are one-