A/N: Okay, I kept seeing the reviews for this story and it made me want to update :)

Plus, one of my good friends Lightningstripe really likes this story, so I'm kinda updating it for her as well :D

Swirlspot: (Reply to Chap 8 and 9 reviews) I would never postpone a chapter unless an emergency came up... So no worries on that! Emergencies as in, idk, wifi not working or a vacation or something... lol Yes, the Predacons CAN transform, although they are taller and more beast-like then both Autobots and Decepticons. I like dem :D Yas, Nightsteel is my OC, but my sis helped me pick the name out. And Darkflame resembles Predaking. A lot. Sorry if that was rather confusing. I kinda made so there are different types of Predacons, like the Draconic ones, the ones that look like Predaking, and Avians, ones that resemble Griffins/Birds, and Aquatics, they resemble sea creatures and so on and so forth...

Optimus Prime11: Prime is actually warming up to her rather fast, but it's mostly because the Matrix (In my opinion not really sure if it's true or not) tells him that she's not bad. Or something. Idk. Anyhoo, I have someone else planned for Darkflame. Her and whoever I have planned for her along with Nightsteel and Knock Out are the only ships in this story. Unless I decide to do another one, which is unlikely. And I'm glad you and your sister like my story! :D

Guest: Wheeljack and her will be nothing more then friends, though. :) And I don't think I'll add Ultra Magnus, I never really liked him :P Sorry if ya wanted to see him!

Whoo! Those were some LONG replies! ON WITH THE STORY!

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Darkflame's P.O.V.

I basked in the warm sun on top of the base, wings spread out flat to further absorb the sun's rays. I hadn't been able to go out on any missions yet, but I did not mind all too much.

It was nice to slow down a bit. I sparred daily, however, with the Autobots. Not all of them, just one or two a day. I was most comfortable in my beast form, and so I stayed in beast form most of the time.

I shifted slightly, then turned over completely, letting my tail hang over the edge. I should really do something.

I sat up, taking in a deep breath. I filtered through the smells and caught a fresh one. Nightsteel. She had not gone on the mission with the others, instead saying she wanted to scout a region to the north.

Suspiciously, I easily followed her scent into the middle of the desert. She turned right, heading into the forest. Her scent changed slightly, and I knew she had transformed to easier fit between the tree trunks.

It was harder to follow her scent through the trees, with the organic life and scent covering hers effectively. I snarled.

The scent finally led out of the forest down a little-used dirt road. I recognised this place.

Entering the familiar canyon with the vine-treebranch dome, I looked at the spot where Nightsteel and Knock-Out had met. I stood where I had before, disguised in the tall trees. Nightsteel was indeed there, sitting quietly on the ground.

She's waiting for Knock-Out. I thought grimly, settling down to wait. I didn't have to wait long, for Knock-Out soon came racing into the dome. Nightsteel stood, happiness written over her features. The happiness quickly disappeared, however, when Knock-Out pointed his saw at her.

She backed a step away from the rediculios weapon. "K-Knock-Out?" She said softly, tears brimming in her optics.

''You betrayed me!" He hissed, red optics narrowing sharply.

"No! It was all fake! I would never betray you!" She said softly, taking a step closer.

"Yes! You took our Predacon!"

"For the Autobots!"

"It's all about the Autobots, isn't it?!"

"NO! It's about us!"

"Then prove it! Join the Decepticons!"

"I can't! Why can't you join the Autobots!"

"I can't either!"

"Knock-Out... why are we fighting? We were fine before!"

"But I don't want to hide this! I want YOU, Nightsteel, to be my sparkmate!"

"Maybe... maybe after the war?"

"What if there is no AFTER?"

"Then... then..."

Nightsteel began sobbing, and Knock-Out instantly gasped, putting his saw away and holding her tightly against him. "There, there." He said, rubbing his servo on her back plates. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." She said, wiping her tears away.

I silently took a picture.

"Let's just go back to how we were, okay?" He said softly. "Let's." Nightsteel agreed.

I let out a rumbling churr, stepping from my hiding place.

They both gaped at me. "You brought a Predacon?!" Knock-Out asked incrediously.

"Please don't tell!" Nightsteel begged, holding a servo out at me.

"What? She's a Predacon! She can't-"

I transformed, taking another picture of Knock-Out's astonished faceplates. "Yes I can." I said, grinning.

"But, Darkflame, you wouldn't!" Nightsteel said, walking toward me. "Maybe." I replied. "But wait-" Knock-Out mumbled.

"But the Autobots would never believe you, would they?" Nightsteel said, realizing this and beginning to smile. "They would never believe, that Nightsteel and Knock-Out, hated enemies, are actually in love! Especially from a Predacon and a ex-Decepticon besides!" She smirked at me.

I smirked back. "Wrong." I pulled up the picture of them hugging on the holo-pad.

I put it away. "But, I shall keep this a secret for now, until it may serve a purpose."

Turning to go, I transformed, breathing a small flame ahead of me as I stalked out. I flew swiftly over the tree-tops, glad I didn't have to push my way through them after a Autobot's scent.

Landing outside the base, I transformed and walked in. Everyone looked at me. "Where have you been?!" Wheeljack was the first to break the silence, hurrying over to smack my upper arm.

"Out." I answered, grabbing an Energon cystal and taking a chunk out of it. Ratchet growled softly at the crunch noises.

"Would you like to inform us as to where you were?" Optimus asked.

"Tracking down some prey." A loud clatter distracted everyone from my words. Nightsteel grinned sheepishly from the floor. "I-I tripped..."

"Predacons eat organic food?" Ratchet asked, suprise on his faceplates. "No, but I enjoy watching them." I said, interally panicking.

"Then why did you call them prey? Do you kill them for sport?" Arcee asked, folding her arms and staring at me. "My apologies, I did not mean to intend for it to seem like I am a killer for fun. It is just that all Predacons view entities smaller and weaker then them as prey, no matter who and what they are."

"Even us?" Bulkhead asked, and I winced. Stupid! You and your big mouth!

"Not you, of course, I consider you all as friends." I shrugged. "I don't know how to explain very well."

The 'bots seemed to accept this for the time being, but a few suspicious glanced were sent my way more then once. I retired to my room for some recharge. I viewed the picture of Nightsteel and Knock-Out again. Would I really turn them in?

Is this what a Autobot does?

No one's P.O.V.

"Optimus. Come here for a moment." Ratchet said, staring intently at his data-pad. The leader walked over, quickly taking in the pictures on the data-pad.

It was the pictures of Darkflame's Energon when she had cut her glossa, and spread her own energon about the room.

"I was curious as to why she did this, so I studied the smears, then realized they are runes. I was curious about these markings, so I researched them. It turns out they are an ancient language used by the royal Predacons. Most specifically, the Draconic dynasty. That made me extremely curious, so I kept on with my research. There wasn't much to go on, since most of Cybertronian history was lost along with Cybertron, but I found this."

Ratchet swiped through his data-pad. "It turns out that the remaining Draconic princess is searching for her older sibling, whether or not it's mech or femme it does not say, but she wants to find him or her, and for what reason, I do not know."

Prime, who had remained silent throughout the whole thing, frowned thoughtfully. "I think it best we keep this a secret from Darkflame for the time being. She may not be the missing heir, but I think it wise to not spread this about for now."

Ratchet nodded. He pass-coded the data-pad and tucked it into his sub-space. "I shall go recharge now, see you in the morning."

He stepped from the room, leaving the Prime to his thoughts. What would happen if Darkflame was the missing heir? Would she leave, or stay?

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A/N: Ok, thought inducing. :D

Hope y'all have enjoyed, expect another chapter for my Warriors story soon!

May StarClan light your path!