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yoshifan4456 · 5 years ago

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Graystripe’s final story - 3/4

“You don’t?”

“Of course. He’s really old.”

Graystripe rested his head. He took a few long breaths, then lifted it again.

“Anyway, after Firestar died, Bramblestar became leader. His first deputy was Squirrelflight. You’d probably remember her from Alderheart. At one point, Bramblestar became possessed, and exiled Squirrelflight. She stayed in ShadowClan for the rest of her days. I hear she took in a new mate. I never found out who, but I always thought it was Slatefur. He seemed to have a crush on her... Anyway. His next deputy was his apprentice, Berrynose. A few moons later, Bramblestar snapped, and his possessed form came out and started attacking ThunderClan warriors.”

“Who was it?”

“...I don’t know.”

“Oh... Graystripe, you have such a bad memory... I’ll just ask Alderheart or Baystar.”

“Good idea. Anyway, Bramblestar was dead at the end of the battle. He wouldn’t revive. That meant Berrynose was supposed to become the next leader, but... his sister, Hazeltail, appeared from StarClan and said that the berry bush was burning. Nobody understood what that meant except Berrynose. He ran to a bush that the two played at as children, which was burning, and tried to put it out. He didn’t survive. We found him dead and the bush gone.”

“What happened then? Who took the leader spot?”

“We did a vote. Seven ThunderClan cats stepped up as possible candidates: Ivypool, Thornclaw, Sparkpelt, Mousewhisker, Bumblestripe, Whitewing, and her mate Birchfall. There was some fighting. It got out of hand when Myrtleflower accidentally killed Birchfall. Whitewing stepped down from her position and became an elder after that. From there, they were eliminated one by one, first Mousewhisker, then Bumblestripe, then...”

“Isn’t Bumblestripe your son?”

“Yes, he is. I was a bit sad when he was eliminated, but I knew he was too premature to become leader. I’m glad that Ivystar did. Her deputy was Myrtleflower. She chose her because she was an outcast like herself. But after Myrtleflower became deputy, Whitewing secretly left on a patrol and died. We think she did it on purpose in anger that the cat who killed her mate might lead the clan one day.”

“Like my brother did.”

“Yes, kind of like Leopardspot. I think he-”

“I’d prefer to not hear about him. His death was recent.”

“Okay. I’ll keep talking about Ivystar. Anywho, Myrtleflower died of a sickness during Ivystar’s sixth life. She was kind of lost without her faithful deputy, so in honor, she chose Baywhisker as the next deputy. Eventually, Ivystar died of... something or other... I don’t recall... oh well. Baystar was the leader after that. At the time, the oldest cat besides myself was Jayfeather.”

“He’s the one who mysteriously died after I was born, right?”

“He was, Blossomheart. I miss him. He was the cat who helped Briarlight through all she had to go through. He was there when she died. I’m glad they’ve reunited in StarClan. And he’s with his brother and sister, too. And Ivystar has-”

Graystripe fell to the ground. He started coughing violently. To Blossomheart, it looked like he was struggling to breathe.

“I need a medicine cat! Someone! Anyone!”

A few cats started rushing in once they heard Blossomheart’s calls. Baystar brought Alderheart and Metalfang with her. The two medicine cats rushed to his side, and had him eat some herbs.

“What do those do?”

Metalfang was ready to talk, but Alderheart responded to Twotail. “They nullify pain. He’s dying. It’s natural.”

“Blossomheart?”

“Yes?”

“Remember me by my stories. One day, you will be telling the clan all sorts of things from the distant past... goodbye, ThunderClan...”

That’s when Graystripe died.

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lunarfeat21 · 1 year ago

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Sparkling Shakedown

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Chapter four: Metallic beauty

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The orange rays of the sun dipped down on the dark horizon, the heat subdued as the giggles of the sparklings were heard.

Grimlock and Strongarm were assigned to look after the sparklings, while everyone else was preparing a room for them.

“Can’t wait for these rumblers to be tucked in for the night.” Grimlock chirped as the unnamed Chompazoid, the copper rose mech, Wolficon pup, and cream orange femme scuttled around his legs in a game of tag. He really wanted to name the little Chompazoid Metalfang, for his teeth that nearly chewed out on his left leg earlier. That little biter.

“Same Grimlock,” Strongarm replies as she eyed on Nightro and Aesculus playing, the green Minicon that Slipstream named not long ago. “These little guys are tiresome and know to make a grown bot exhausted.”

The police cadet leaned down and picked her little mimic, much to the annoyance of Aesculus as she whined that her playmate had been taken. “Your room with your friends are nearly done Nightro.” Strongarm cooed as she held Nightro up while he giggled.

“Nightro?” Grimlock said in shock, baffling as that name sounded a bit familiar. “Isn’t that your ex-friend’s name, but with an ‘o’ instead of an ‘a’?”

“Yep!” Strongarm grinned, paying no mind as her attention was all on a giggling Nightro that made her smile. “Don’t judge me for giving him a name, Slipstream named the little one. And, I know you’re going to give the mini Chompazoid a name”.

“Hh-how did you know I was planning to give him a name?!” the Dinobot stuttered, and Strongarm never grinned so hard after making Grimlock so flustered that the rambunctious sparklings nearly toppled the Dinobot.

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“Using one of the shipment containers is not a bad idea,” Bumblebee complimented Slipstream, who is laying down the extra soft blanket to a makeshift crib.

Slipstream was the one who brought the idea that the nursery should be in one of the empty shipping containers near his and Jetstorm’s, since theirs aren’t far from the Communications Center and as extra ‘protection’.

In Slipstream’s statement that when, in any scenario, a series of threats from the outside barges in the scrapyard, the sparklings should be hidden in their container with him and Jetstorm as their last line of defense.

Bumblebee and those making their diy nursery, even before they could speak their opinions, when Jetstorm mentioned, in his words “if all failed, I’ll fight to the death for the younglings and coat myself in the blood of my fallen enemies!”

That statement earned a glare from his master and a hard helm wack from his companion, so he apologized and went back finishing his current work.

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“Alright, Strongarm and Grimlock,” Bumblebee said as he approached the pair “the nursery is ready and round those sparklings to their rooms.”

“You hear that Nightro?” Strongarm cooed as she picked both Nightro, the orange cream colored sparkling she nabbed as she ran by, and Aesculus. “Your room is ready!”

“Nightro?” Bumblebee repeated the name as he was inquisitive. “Isn’t that the name equivalent of Nightra? You know, the ‘someone’ from your academy days you arrested?”

“With all due respect sir,” Strongarm firmly said “you let Slipstream named a sparkling. So I naturally assumed you would do the same to me and the rest of the team.”

“And I’m allowing it, I hold no judgment in that Strongarm.” Bumblebee chimed and a reassuring smile, which made Strongarm squealed happily and took her little group to their designated place.

“Can I name him too, Bee?” Grimlock whined as he held the Chompazoid.

“Of course Grim.” Bumblebee replied.

“Yaaaay! You’re Metalfang now!”

With that, Grimlock merrily skipped in small steps with his sparkling cargo. Bumblebee immediately noticed that Grimlock has two, Metalfang and the unnamed copper rose mech.

“Grim!” Bumblebee called as he speed walked to the Dinobot. “Grim, where’s the Pup? You have two sparklings with you?”

“He’s right behind me.” Grimlock turned to point, but the Pup wasn’t there. “Huh! He was just behind me!”

Panic shot through his body as his optics dared the darkened shadows of the shelves holding antiques, Bumblebee dashed shortly to the shelves and made to a corner when he saw the pale color of the Pup’s faceplate against the dark. Bumblebee jumped for a moment thinking it was some ghostly entity, but calmed down realizing it was just the sparkling.

The Pup is looking up at the shelves, eyeing on some of the metal artwork, most are abstract while three resemble animals.

“Did you find him Bee?!” Grimlock asked worriedly as he met Bumblebee in the same spot.

“Yeah, he’s looking at the sculptures.” Bumblebee replied as he chuckled.

“Phew,” Grimlock sighed. “Thought I lost one.”

“I’ll say,” Bumblebee said “head over to the nursery, I'll bring this one later.”

“You're sure?”

“It’ll be fine Grimlock, now take those two with you."

Finally, Grimlock walked back to the direction of the nursery.

“Whatcha looking at buddy?” Bumblebee asked as he walked over, the sparkling looked at him momentarily with orange optics and pointed at a bird sculpture on the higher shelves. “Oh, those? Cool, aren’t they?”

The sparkling nodded and overstretched his arms with grabby servos, indicating he wanted to be held.

“You want me to hold you?” Bumblebee jokingly asked, already knowing the answer as the Pup’s optics began to grow bigger and ears drooped down to make himself appear innocent while nodding.

“Alright, I got you.”

With a smile and picking him up, Bumblebee held the pup and they both glanced at the artwork. The pup tilted his head as he scanned the objects, most were shaped in odd shapes and shared the same brass. Some were curly snaking with a fat sharp end, while some took a zig zag approach like jagged lightning.

Bumblebee finds them beautiful despite not being interested in art, but he can appreciate the creativity. Then he scanned at the animals, and he has to admit that they have strong details while being incredibly small for a giant like himself.

Denny brought the metal artwork a few days ago, from some dealer in an auction for artworks whose artists sadly passed away.

According to Denny, the dealer said that these ‘sculptures’ were the last pieces from a well respected, but anonymous artist in a rural town miles away from Crown City. Poor fellow passed away a few weeks ago and his family had no idea of what to do with his artwork, so they sent it to the auction and they landed on Denny’s Scrapyard.

It’s a shame that the natives of Earth had short lifespans, far shorter than Cybertronian lifespans.

The sculptures are different animals, one is a bear, a mule, and an owl. Three are medium-small, roughly the size of a small chicken no less. Whoever the artist was, may they rest peacefully in the afterlife.

At the same time as Bumblebee, the pup gazed at the owl, tilting once again as he was curious about the weird creature perching on a stump, with a face shaped like a heart.

“I see that sparkling is curious about that barn owl, huh Bee?” Denny asked, both and his son spotted the bots while each carried a box full of various objects.

Bumblebee cocked a brow at the man, the pup on the other hand, snuggled against his chassis as he yawned sleepily.

“And,” Russell added after setting his box down with the rest of other boxes “the little guy does have similar colorations and features. The whitish face and appendages, the red buffy color, and gray patches with white spots. My dad and I saw a family of them somewhere in the scrapyard, and recently saw one of the adults flown by. They’re beautiful to look at, minus the screeches they emitted, they sound so horrifying.”

Bumblebee and Denny chuckled as Russell shuddered, the screeches are otherworldly and frightening, especially at night. So caught up that Bumblebee didn’t notice the pup’s servo brighten, and his yelp from the unexpected heating sensation on his plating.

The heat itself wasn’t overbearing or harmful in any way, but a bit uncomfortable. The humans and Bumblebee looked at the pup as it slowly and gently placed his glowing servo on a slightly bent corner of the chassis, reformatting the piece until it’s smooth. Satisfied, the pup looked at Bumblebee with a tail wag as he completed a task.

Bumblebee was dumbfounded, either that the heat isn’t that extreme, the glowing servo, or a sparkling fixed his unnoticeable bent.

“Whoa.” the humans gasped with amazement.

“By the Primes,” Bumblebee said to no one except for the pup, raising the youngling to meet his optic level “you have heating capabilities?”

“Can other Cybertronians do that?” Denny asked in awed.

“They do,” Bumblebee answered, “some related to fire, especially a few became metalsmiths.”

“Does he have a name?” Russell asked.

“Not at the moment…” bringing the pup closer to him and a smile, a name occurred to Bumblebee. A name he hoped suited the tyke for the unseen future.

“His name… is Weldflame!”

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