"Are you sure this was where you had previously found the wild cat?" Dinobot asked, swiping down the tall grass reeds with his rotating sword.
"YES! The first time I found her was when we went to test out the broken device that Rhinox and Rattrap made," Cheetor said.
"You mean the failed excursion?" Dinotbot interjected.
"'Ey!" spoke a giant rat head that suddenly popped out of the golden wall of plants, "Don't dis on a maximal's invention! I's harder than it looks, ya know."
"Of course, vermin," Dinobot rolled his optics.
"Don't ya roll your optics at me!"
"And why shouldn't I?!"
Cheetor leaped ahead, trying to tune out the very loud bickering of his two teammates. The reeds of tall golden grasses were just as annoying as ever, and it didn't help him calm his worry.
It had been over two quartexs since they had lost the other Cheetah. He still didn't know how she had vanished; he had just turned for one moment and she was gone. Ever since that day, Cheetor had been scared that something would happen to her. With the brace on her leg, she would be able to walk, but it still wouldn't allow her to run. Meaning that she couldn't hunt or run away from danger. Sure, cheetahs didn't really have any type of predators, but that didn't stop an angry lion from attacking and stealing a kill. Optimus and Tigatron also shared Cheetor's concerns. An injured animal, predator or not, could easily become a target for any kind of danger.
Not mention the drought had continued to pelt the wild lands with scorching heat. The larger water sources were now half their normal size, and the smaller once were practically non-existent. Cheetor wasn't so sure of 'the creatures had back up plans for this' anymore. Now, that he had an injured friend lost out here. Was she able to find food, or water? He hated worrying like this.
He suddenly froze. He lowered his face closer to the ground, searching. That scent; he knew that scent. It was hers. His paws treaded carefully as he followed the trail. She had been here. the reeds slowly spread, as he continued the search. Her scent continued to grow stronger and stronger until…
Cheetor leaped through the reeds to find…the brace.
The piece of recovery equipment was lying in a pile of dust, the soft harness collapsing in on itself. The catbot approached closer, to examine it more thoroughly. The locks that allowed it to clip on to her leg looked like that they had naturally come apart rather than had been broken forcefully. It was the same situation with the lock on the harness.
"Rattrap!" Cheetor called, picking up the brace with his mouth, and running back towards the others.
"Ey! What is it kid?" the rodent said, as the youngster made his way back.
"Look what I found!" Cheetor said, his voice muffled, as he ran up to Rattrap and Dinobot.
"Is that the brace?" Dinobot asked, as Cheetor place his find on the ground.
Cheetor coughed, "yep."
The velociraptor took the brace into his claws and looked over it, "I can't find any sign that it was forced off. So, that means that the locks failed," He turned to Rattrap, "Another failed endeavor for you vermin."
"EY! If you's looked a little closer you's see a scanner, in da shoulder joint. Me and Rhinox designed da brace so dat if her leg was done healing da locks would release so she wouldn't need me or 'im to take it off," the giant rat explained.
"So, if it off then she's fully healed?" Cheetor asked.
"After Rattrap's explanation, it would be a valid assumption," Dinobot said
"Meanin' we can go home now? If she's fixed than what else do we gotta do?" Rattrap said starting to walk back to the Axalon.
"Hold on! We still have to find her, don't we? Just because the brace is off doesn't mean she's okay," Cheetor said.
Rattrap stopped and turned to look at the catbot, "Oh, come on Spots. She's a wild animal. She's built for dis sort of ding. She doesn't need us."
"Actually, the furball is right," Dinobot said.
"Wha- What are you goin' on about Lizardlips!?" Rattrap stood on his hind legs, and put his fists on his waist.
"Primal did said that Maximals respect all forms of life, didn't he? Meaning that if we just leave this poor wild cat too possibly suffer, our commander couldn't possibly be pleased," Dinobot's lips curled into a smirk.
Cheetor tried not to laugh.
"Are you callin' me a dirty Pred?! What would a slagger like you know about maximal code!" Rattrap got in the velociraptor's face, "Alright let's find dis overgrown tabby cat!" Rattrap, shouted as he stalked off into the growth.
"Well, dat was a complete waste of time!" Rattrap shouted, as he Cheetor and Dinobot returned to the Axalon.
Cheetor rolled his green cat optics as he stalked with disappointment.
"Hearing that statement, I take you didn't find her," Optimus said flying in on his jets, shortly followed by Rhinox exiting the Axalon.
"Only the brace, but that was where our discoveries ended," Dinobot spoke, tossing the brace to Rhinox and Optimus.
Rhinox picked up the brace, and looked it over carefully, "Well, looks like the scanner worked."
"Ya, so we can just forget dis ev'r happened, right?" Rattrap said.
"What makes you say that?" Optimus asked.
"Well, brace is off, she's back in da wild. What's left for us ta do?" Rattrap said.
"Check up on her in advance?" Cheetor said, cocking up an optic ridge.
"Oh, ya! Like watching a cat 24/7 is going to win da beast wars," Rattrap said.
"As much as I hate to agree with the rat, we should be fortifying our defenses, not chasing after a wild animal. The threat of a another predacon is imminent. I'm surprised we have seen one yet, and our enemies have been quiet recently. That can only mean they are plotting," Dinobot said.
"Well, well, well," suddenly spoke a very familiar voice from behind.
The maximals quickly turned around, to find a bright red Pteranodon surrounded by multitudes of oversized insects. The beast formers drew their weapons, reading for the inevitable battle.
"Dinobot, it appears that even after all this time living with the weakling maximals, you still have the instincts of a predacon" Squawked the Predacon.
"Done with your vacation?" Optimus asked.
"Vacation? Oh, no, no Optimus. We were never on vacation, merely reevaluating! Predacons! Attack!"
The words 'Terrorize' and 'Maximize' were shouted into the heavens as the two apposing groups suddenly lunged at each other. Fire from ranged weapons range through out the battle field, while the sharp clashing of blades acted as the drums in this orchestra of death. The flyers were sending down a rainstorm of laser fire and explosives from above. Optimus was busy dueling with tarantulas. Dinobot was slicing through the over head fire with he's rotating sword, while blasting his optic beams at Wasspinator and Terrorsaur. Rattrap and Rhinox were giving cover fire.
Cheetor was currently in a tangle with the predacon Inferno, a red-hot fire ant who lived up to his beastmode. The flamethrower hungered for its prey as it sent the battle field ablaze. Cheetor leaped from left to right trying to not get burned all while firing his own return blasts. Cheetor darted left, but Inferno sent a hailstorm of burning flares right next to the young maximal, causing the poor cat to stumble.
"For the royalty!" the fire ant screeched, as he rammed himself full force into Cheetor, knocking him to the ground.
Cheetor desperately scrambled to back to his peds, but Inferno quickly pressed his ped down onto the youngster's chest. The barrel of the flamethrower was aimed at the catbot's faceplate. Cheetor flinched back, as the weapon readied the killing shot and hearing his teammates frightfully call his name.
A loud sudden growl broke through the sounds of the battle. Cheetor's optics shuttered, as he heard and felt Inferno being shoved off of him. The catbot's onlined his optics to see Inferno being pinned down by…Her.
One of Inferno's black helm crests was lodged in her jaw. Her paws pinned his limbs as he struggled to get away. And a deep threatening growl, slowly erupted from Her throat. Tarantulas sudden fired a warning shot, possibly and uncharacteristically trying to drive her off of the fire ant.
Cheetor watched in horror as She quickly leaped off Inferno, and darted to the right as the crazed insect launched a wave of fire at Her. The cat bot suddenly jumped to his peds, but before he could do anything…
"Retreat!" Terrorsaur squawked.
The predacons suddenly retreated, and the attack vanished as soon as it had started. Confusion rippled through the maximals, well most of the maximals.
Cheetor's helm quickly jerked around, hoping to find his fluffy savoir and thankfully She was still present. He found her standing looking over one of the leftover fires, seemingly fascinated with the dancing flame. A bright smile crept across Cheetor's faceplate, and he ran over to her.
"Hey!" the catbot shouted as he ran over to meet her.
His shout pulled her attention, and she began to back a little bit from the cat bot, with a hiss. Cheetor stopped in front of her before approaching any further.
He chuckled nervously, "Oops, too fast sorry," he hesitantly reached his servo out to her, "But you know me, right?" the truth was that while she had seen him many times in beast mode, she hadn't been introduced to his bot mode as much.
Cheetor smiled as she leaned in closer and licked his servo. Sitting close to her on the ground he began to scratch her head. A low rumbling purr came from her throat, and her tail flicked happily.
"Is everyone alright?" Optimus asked.
"Dents and scratches, but nothing serious," Rhinox said.
"Is anyone else a bit freaked by dis fight?" Rattrap asked.
"What do you mean Rattrap?" Optimus asked.
"Well…No, sneak arounds, no drones filled wit cybervenom, and not'ing is stolen as far as we know. It just felt…Ey…random," Rattrap said.
"For once you're not stupid Rodent. A simple hit and run attack with no alternative motive, is not Megatron's style. They were after something," Dinobot spoke.
"A problem we can worry about later. Let's just be glad that no one was seriously hurt," said Optimus.
"Yeah, thanks to Chicha!" Cheetor said, causing every maximal to look at him confused.
"Chicha?" Rhinox asked.
"Well, she's saved my life twice now and if she's going to be hanging around us, we as well give her a name," Cheetor said.
"I's can under stand dat. But kid Chicha?" Rattrap said.
"Well, we can't keep calling her kitty," Cheetor said.
"Yeah, but Chicha? Dere are a lot of better names we could give her dan dat. Like Saber, Leechi, Princess…" Rattrap said.
"Princess?" Dinobot interrupted Rattrap's name monologuing, "She's not a dog, vermin."
"Okey, I'll give ya dat. How about Sparkcrushin' Snarlin' Killer Tappy," said Rattrap.
"But she's a cheetah," Cheetor said.
"Okey, okey, okey, Sparkcrushin' Snarlin' Killer Tappy the Cheetah," Rattrap said.
"Rattrap if you ever have kids, let someone else name them," Optimus said.
"Well, I'm not seein' you give any suggestions!" Rattrap said.
"You could just call her, Chicory," Rhinox suggested.
"Chicory?" Cheetor muttered, as he took a closer look at the cat laying down next to him.
"Chicory? Eyy…it sound's cute, but doesn't h've any weigh ta it, ya know?" Rattrap said.
"What makes you suggest it Rhinox?" Optimus asked.
"Because there's a spot on her left shoulder that looks like a chicory flower," Rhinox said, walking over, and pointing out the spot.
Sure enough, resting on her shoulder was a small black patch, no bigger than an earth dollar coin, but if you looked closely enough you could see the long petals of the flower that Rhinox named. Cheetor rubbed his digits over the fur, the individual fibers being touched made the pattern messy, but, once he removed his servo they quickly returned to their normal position, and the flower could be seen again. He looked over at the cheetah's next to him face, those eyes, still wild. While Cheetor didn't know all that much about flowers, he knew that Rhinox knew a lot about them, specifically wild flowers. Wild like her.
"Chicory?" Cheetor said, rubbing her head, "You like that one?"
*Chirp*
Cheetor laughed and her little squeak, "Yeah that's your name. Chicory."
The cheetah, Chicory, licked Cheetor's servo again, making the maximal once more laugh. Everyone seemed to silently agree on the name. Well, almost everyone…
"Dat will nev'r stick," Rattrap said, crossing his arms.
Unfortunately for Rattrap, it did stick.
Cheetor's nose was currently being dragged on the ground, not exactly a task most would enjoy but he happily sniffed away tracking a specific scent. Chicory's scent, it was dusty, but like the flower she was named after, it had a sweet aspect to it.
"Do you still have her trail, Cheetor?" Optimus asked.
"YEP! Big Bot," Cheetor exclaimed running forward in the tall brush, that was much drier and stiffer than the last time they had been in sector 7.
Rattrap shoved the thick reeds out of his path, grumbling, "Okey, I h've a question!"
"And what's that Rattrap?" Optimus asked.
"I dought we was lookin' for a place ta build a waterin' hole, so why are we lookin' for splots?" Rattrap asked.
"Because, we want this watering hole in an area where Chicory can access it, and to do that we need to locate her exact territory," Optimus answered.
"And because we need to put the collar tracker on her," Rhinox said suddenly popping out of the brush, with said collar hanging on his horn.
Ever since Chicory was named, the wild cat would come and go from the Axalon to her territory in sector 7 as she pleased. Of course, she didn't always come at the best time. One of these visits happened to be in the middle of the night, and Chicory had tripped the outdoor alarm, sending the entire ship into a panic. After this incident, Tigatron suggested that she was given a collar with an access chip, so that she couldn't set off the alarm. Everyone quickly agreed.
"Can we at least find some kind of water? I's hot out h're," Rattrap said.
Optimus sighed, "I guess it couldn't hurt, but it would be pretty difficult with the drought."
"You's don't need ta remind me!" Rattrap said, "It's getting' hotter ev'ryday out here!"
Cheetor, as much as he wanted to see Chicory again, couldn't blame Rattrap for being thirsty. It was hot. The temperatures had been climbing recently, and less and less clouds had been seen in the sky. Meaning that the drought was in full effect, and most of the nearby water sources had completely vanished. The catbot licked his lips with his dry, sandpaper tongue, before returning to tracking. He was thirsty too. Apparently, Beast forms came with the need to hydrate, and energon didn't always cut it anymore.
It didn't take much longer to find the newest addition to the maximals, much to everyone's relief. Though it was pretty confusing when they found her. Chicory had climbed into a tree to hide from the harsh sun. She was laying down on one of the thicker branches, that was at least twelve feet off the ground. At first glance she looked like she was sleeping, but as soon at the maximals stepped closer her head shot up and looked at them.
"How did she get up there?" Optimus asked.
"Cheetahs can climb trees, they just don't do it that often," Rhinox answered.
Cheetor leaped froward, "Chicory!"
Chicory was quick to answer Cheetor's call. The king cheetah quickly got to her paws and effortlessly leap down from her perch. And much to Cheetor's surprise, pranced up to him and began to lick him!
"What are you doing?" Cheetor asked, half confused, half laughing. He tried to back away only to be forced down by Chicory, who continued the onslaught of licks.
Rhinox chuckled, "She's grooming you, Cheetor. It's a sign of affection."
The young maximal only stared at the wild cat in confusion, as her tongue moved down his fur. It actually felt kind of nice, like a very strange, wet, massage, but it was extremely embarrassing for him that Chicory had decided to do this ritual in front of his teammates.
"Okay, okay, thanks but that's enough," Cheetor said, trying to get up.
Chicory wasn't too pleased with the maximal's movements, and started hissing and swapping at Cheetor's head. After being nicked in the head by her claws, Cheetor, quickly got the message and lied back down. Allowing the female wild cat to continue.
"Okay, okay! I won't move," Cheetor said, hearing his fellow maximals trying not to laugh.
"Just keep her busy Cheetor, it will make it easier to place the collar on her," Rhinox said, before transforming into robot mode.
Rhinox stepped forward, and gently clipped the collar around Chicory's neck. The collar was a simple adjustable deep razzberry maroon colored sash, with a black buckle and tag. The tag wasn't a normal tag that just had a pet's owner's information (not that Chicory was one) but it had an access chip, and a tracker. Though, Cheetor's favorite part of the collar was the little maximal emblem, printed on the sash, which he had insisted would be on the collar. After the collar was clipped, Chicory suddenly stopped grooming Cheetor, and shook her head at the strange sensation of something around her neck.
"There we go," Rhinox said, stepping away, allowing the wild cat to try and inspect the thing around her neck.
"Great, now da tabby has a necklace. Was dat all we came ta do out h're!" Rattrap said.
"With the collar Rattrap we can now track her movements and a get a better idea of territory," Rhinox said.
"And why would w need ta do dat?" Rattrap said.
"So, we can build the watering hole where Chicory has access to it. Haven't you been listening?" Optimus asked.
Rattrap rolled his optics, "Listenin' or poutin' who's keepin' track. Can we find somet'ing ta drink now?"
Optimus sighed, and shook his head. Cheetor wanted to do that same, but decided against it. Chicory seemed to have decided that she was done with the conversation, and leaped over Cheetor and into the grass.
"Hey where are you going?" Cheetor asked, quickly jumping to his paws to follow Chicory.
The young maximal, didn't want to lose sight of his new wild friend. Of course, she had been named for at least two weeks but Cheetor hadn't really had the chance just to hang out with her since she was "released" from their medibay. Sure, Chicory did sometimes come by the base, but they were brief and even then Cheetor was usually too busy with his tasks to have a decent hangout. So, he didn't really want to be separated from Chicory when he actually got a chance to see her.
Cheetor quickly caught up with Chicory of course he still didn't really know where she was going. Until they excited the reeds. Cheetor's optic widened with recognition at the area before them. It was the dried-up lake, where he had lost the pod, and where he met finally found Chicory. The maximal quirked his head to the side, confused. Why did she come here?
"Cheetor!" Optimus said as he came through the grass stalks. The gorilla swiveled his head looking around before finally spotting Cheetor, "You can't just run off like that."
"Sorry," Cheetor said.
"It's alright," Optimus said.
"Yeesh," Rattrap said popping out of the brush, shortly followed by Rhinox, "You'd t'ink dat grass would be easy ta walk drough! Okey, now dat we got Spots we can get back ta da ship and somet'ing ta drink."
Optimus sighed and shook his head, before his optics turned to the king cheetah, "What is she doing?"
Cheetor turn back to the lake. Once again Chicory had managed to sneak away, but this time she had stayed insight. The King cheetah had crept back into the bottom of the dried lake, and toward the hole that once held the pod.
"I don't know," Cheetor said jumping down and trotting over to join Chicory.
Upon closer inspection, Chicory had jump down into the hole and begun…digging? Cheetor's ears flicked with confusion, as the rest of the maximals joined him.
"Okeeeyy, what's her malfunction?" Rattrap asked.
"Don't look at me," Cheetor said, once he felt the eyes of the others looking at him for answers.
The rest of them just stood at the rounded with time edge of the hole, staring confusedly at the wild cat. Chicory continued to dig, until she appeared satisfied. Then she pressed down with her front paws, with in moments the ground broke beneath her and water spurt froth from the ground. Seemingly pleased, with her work Chicory leaped up and laid at the edge of the hole, waiting for the water to rise.
"What? Da Frag!" Rattrap suddenly shouted, "Is she a water witch now?!"
"There must be an underground spring," Rhinox said.
"And she knew about it," Optimus said, contemplating this information.
"Is no one else freakin' out h're?!" Rattrap shouted.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted a drink Rattrap," Cheetor said, leaning down to drink the newly found water.
"Eh. Might as well," Rattrap said, trotting off to the side of the pool.
The rest of the maximals did join in on Chicory's little find. Most of them very impressed with her knowledge of the spring.
Rattrap was actually staring to relax near the wild cat, an action he would soon regret. As Chicory suddenly clamped her jaws around the scruff of Rattrap's neck. The rat began to scream for help as the wild cat carried him far into the savanna.
Rattrap continued to scream, and squirm as Chicory carried him off. He knew it! He fragging knew it. This cat wanted him dead. She wanted to rip out his insides and suck out his energon. In the dark corners of her den is where is sparkless shell would rust, and that's where she was carrying him. Too his undoubtably painful end!
"Look Please! I'm sorry I's called ya a tabby! Just please don't eat me!"
But his pleads fell on deaf audio receptors. His body continued to jerk up and down as he hung from this soon to be killer's jaw. If he made it through this, he was going to kill Cheetor.
Eventually, Chicory, roughly dropped Rattrap on the ground. The maximal quickly popped up his head, and looked at his surroundings. He was lying down in a small indent in the ground. A small cave to his right and dry cracked dirt walls. He found Chicory laying down atop of a part of the dirt walls, looking down on him.
"What's you's waitin' for?! Just do it you over grown tabby!" he shouted at her.
The large wild cat's face remained unfazed, as a subtle high-pitched chirp squeaked from her throat, then she began to groom her back. Rattrap was quite confused for a moment as she wasn't trying to kill him. It wasn't until he heard a new sound come from the cave, that he realized her true intention.
Optimus was riding Rhinox, with Cheetor running close behind them. Chicory suddenly running off with Rattrap had been a shock. No one, not even Cheetor, had seen it coming. And while they didn't know Chicory's reasons for taking Rattrap, they couldn't let her take their teammate.
"How much further?" Cheetor asked.
"She just stopped, our ETA is half a breem," Optimus said, looking up from his scanner, "Any idea why she took Rattrap?"
"Instinct? Maybe a for a meal? She simply didn't like him? It could be many different reasons," Rhinox said.
Cheetor, was scared, not just for Rattrap, but also for Chicory. Sure, in beast mode, she would have the upper hand on Rattrap, but if Rattrap had switched to his bipedal mode, he would be able to easily shoot her down. It was all a matter of who struck first.
"HELP!" They heard Rattrap screeched.
The maximals picked up speed until they found there teammate. Once they bounded up one of the savanna's hills they found Rattrap. The Rodent wasn't being attacked by the nearly fully grown king cheetah, but rather he was being chased by five black, white, and golden puffballs in a ditch. The maximals trekked closer, a little slower but the crept closer none the less.
Cheetor was the first one who made it to the ditch's edge, and once he had seen what was chasing Rattrap, he nearly burst out laughing. The puffballs that were chasing Rattrap were nothing but kittens; little cheetah cubs! Cubs that were still young enough to have the classic young cheetah cub camouflage strips on their backs. The little puffballs were chasing the screaming rat around the little ditch.
"Get dem off of me!" Rattrap Screeched.
"Well, this is unexpected," Optimus said.
"You could say that again!" Cheetor said now very excited and still trying not to laugh, "I didn't know there were cubs in the area!"
"Are they Chicory's?" Optimus said.
"No, Chicory is too young to be a mother. The cubs are most likely a litter of younger siblings," Rhinox said.
"So, where's mama cat?" Cheetor said.
"Females tend to stick close to there mothers, so it would make sense if Chicory would sometimes watch her younger siblings. Her mother is most likely out hunting," Rhinox said.
"So's What's I h've ta do wit dis!?" Rattrap shouted as he finally managed to dart up the ditch wall and onto Rhinox's back.
"Chicory probably brought you here so the cubs could practice hunting," Rhinox said while watching the small fluffy army play around his feet.
"Oh, Great so I'm nothin' but a glorified chew toy," Rattrap said.
"Could have been worse Rattrap," Cheetor said as the cubs tackled him, "She could have eaten you!"
The purple T-rex trotted down the halls of his wreaked warship, and into the dark laboratory. Megatron was greeted by the three arachnids that worked in the lab. Though he still didn't know why he was being called here.
"Welcome Megatron!" Scorponok, quickly said.
"Thank you Scorponok, now if you could explain why, I am here? That would be helpful, yess. Have you finally brought our new predacon back to life?" Megatron said.
"I'm afraid that it's a bit more complicated than that…" Scorponok said.
"What does that mean?" Megatron asked.
"Allow me to explain," Tarantulas spoke up, "You see Megatron, the protoform that we had obtained was nothing more than a blank. A cybertronian with out the spark of life."
"Meaning that there is no way to bring it to life," Megatron said, "Disappointing, but that's not why you called me here is it?"
"No, it's not," Blackarachina said.
"You see Megatron," Tarantulas spoke, "While the blank doesn't have a spark at the moment that doesn't mean we can't find a spark, for it."
Megatron was confused by the tricky spider, "Continue."
"There are tons of living creatures out there. We could easily just take the spark of one of them, and implant it into the blank," Tarantulas said.
"The only problem with Tarantulas plan is oh, I don't know, is that organic lifeforms don't have Sparks!" Blackarachina, said.
"Everything runs off of something Blackarachina," Tarantulas said, "Organic lifeforms do have lifeforces, they just aren't physically visible like ours."
Megatron contemplated this plan for a moment, "What would be the results of this experiment?"
"We would simply extract the lifeforce of one the local wild animals and then infuse it with energon before finally transferring into the blank body. The best part is that we think that the animalistic instincts from the lifeform we use will transfer along with the lifeforce. Creating a truly fierce beast warrior," Scorponok eagerly explained.
"I see. We would need to choose a proper subject for the transfer," Megatron mussed.
"So, we really are doing this? Alright, but don't blame me when this doesn't work," Blackarachina, rolled her optics, "We have actually found a suitable subject, and have been observing her for the past couple quartexs. Though we weren't entirely sure of her, until the recent field test."
"So, this was the reason that Terrorsaur suddenly attacked the maximal base," Megatron said.
"Yes, though I still don't know why Tarantulas instied on being there," blackarachina said.
"I wanted a first servo experience," Tarantulas said.
"So, who is the subject?" Megatron said.
Blackarachina switch on a nearby moniter, and megatron's face plate twisted into a sickly smile.
A/N:
It is currently 3;00 A.M, I need to sleep. So, I know that not much happened in this chapter, and it's mostly fluff but I couldn't resist the though of having Rattrap being chased by and army of fluffy cheetah cubs. And well, our local king cheetah now had her name CHICORY! Let me know what you think of that. BYE!
