Current mood:

amused

Kittyformer Adventures
I tried to do something serious, and this is the result.

Part II coming later today. After sleep. X_O


Please ignore the general crappiness of the linart and coloring.








Untitled Part 1
Author: yamiyouka
Rating: G


Next time Wheeljack tested an invention on the battlefield, Prowl was going to shoot him. No questions asked.

He supposed he should feel grateful that it didn't kill him. He supposed he should feel grateful that Wheeljack had apparently found the problem and was now close to returning him to normal. He supposed he should feel grateful that the mechs in the Ark were doing their best to help him - carrying him around the Ark (his doorwings made it hard to walk, upright or on all fours), feeding him energon (embarassing, but he didn't have hands anymore...), and generally acting very nice and caring.

But that didn't help the fact that here he was, surrounded by what he thought were hardened-

Swish

.. Hardened wa-

Swish

.. Warriors...

Swish-

POUNCE
THUMP

Prowl ignored the wide grins and squeals as he slowly pushed himself back on his feet. He didn't glare at them, and instead focused all his frustration and wrath on a slender piece of organic fiber called "string".

He couldn't wait to turn back to normal.