In the Detroit Central Park, the Autobot known as Prowl hung upside-down from a tree's branch, staying out of sight from the bystanders below. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, allowing him to think better. He closed his eyes and meditated. But it was soon interrupted by a light "tweet tweet." He opened his eyes. A young bird, a chick he believed it was called, had landed on the branch below him and was now grooming himself completely unaware of the cat behind him. The cat crept silently towards the bird. Its muscles moved like a liquid. It moved so skillfully, so patiently. Prowl watched attentively. He stared in silent awe as the cat crawled on its belly, closer… closer… until…
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! The cat screeched and ran off while the bird flew away. Prowl shielded his eyes against the flying camera-bots.
"Hey everybody! Over here! It's one of the Autobots!" a teenage boy announced to everyone else in the park. Prowl sneered then leapt away and out of the park through the trees.
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"Our new home is coming together nicely," Optimus complimented his teammates' group effort to take an old abandoned manufacturing plant and turn it into a home-slash-base. He and Bumblebee were setting up the television while Bulkhead carried in the couch and Ratchet set up the DTV box.
"If I had my way, we'd never leave," Ratchet grumbled, "They're always watching. Waiting for us to reveal ourselves. And then pounce!"
"The Decepticons?" Optimus asked.
"What? No, I'm talkin' bout those slagging camera-bots!" Just when Ratchet finished setting up the cable, an image of Optimus and the Angry Archer appeared on the news.
"What?! No way! Being a star rocks!" Bumblebee responded, "It's like they say here, 'If the boot fits, wear it.' And I gotta say, I make it look good."
"You guys got it easy," Bulkhead replied, "All people want me to do is break stuff. I've got a sensitive side too ya know. I've got emotions! Although, breakin stuff is pretty fun."
"Well either way, you guys have to understand that we're still new to this place," Optimus told them, "It's like that saying, uhh…, oh yeah, 'When in Sparta do what the Spartans do.' Just roll with it." Just then, Prowl opened the door with a bang then slumped his way to his room.
"I guess Prowl didn't get the memo about 'rolling with it,'" Bumblebee commented.
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"Prowl, got a sec?" Optimus asked him when he entered Prowl's room. Prowl didn't answer.
"You got any problems? You wanna talk?"
"No," Prowl responded.
"Oh." Optimus looked at the tree that had grown from the center of the room, broken up the floor with its roots, and had managed to grow via a gaping hole in the roof. "You know, you can have another room. One with a roof."
"I like this room," Prowl answered, with a little bit of surprise in his voice, "All of this life, nature, it refuses to be contained. Such a force of will. It's fascinating. Almost astonishing." Prowl picked off a flower. "But everyone else is blind to it! They all rush to see everything but never stop long enough to witness what's around them." In his anger he had crushed the flower. He sighed at the flower then saw a bird perched at the top branch. "Just today, I saw a cat stalking a bird with such grace. Such… stillness." Just then Bumblebee popped up in front of Prowl.
"Can you say, 'super sappy'?" Bumblebee laughed. Prowl grimaced, pushed Bumblebee out of the way, and leapt up the tree.
"What? What I say?"