#mamatron doodle
Megatron is a stray mama who loves his one and only kitten dearly
Andromeda likes to lay on his fluffy tail, its where she feels safest
I think he would be a Norwegian Forrest/Chartreux mix
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#mamatron doodle
Megatron is a stray mama who loves his one and only kitten dearly
Andromeda likes to lay on his fluffy tail, its where she feels safest
I think he would be a Norwegian Forrest/Chartreux mix
Kittytron
Kittytron
tho I would have forgiven him if he said 'meow'
'raaaooowwwrrr'
*Last night, the overly fluffy Megatron padded through the halls of the Nemesis and sat outside of his door, unable to reach the keypad. He thought about meowing at a passing Vehicon to let him inside, but he had no way of alerting them of his identity. They would think an organic beast had gotten aboard and was trying to get into their Lord's quarters. If he wasn't shot at or crushed on sight, he would be taken somewhere else, or even thrown off of the ship. At least his fur blended in with the grey metal of the floor, so when he curled up in the corner of the door's seam, he was all but unnoticeable.
He may have gotten some rest, but whenever someone walked past, the clanking of their pedes snapped him to attention and he glared at each mech suspiciously until they passed and left him be.
It was a long night.*
-now proceeds to pet him again, now that he's doped up on cat nip and there's less risk of getting throat torn out-
*Not even fighting the purring now. Too much catnip to care.*
-Offers a small toy mouse with a similar coloring to Optimus, poofs-
*He bats at it once with a paw before losing interest. Was this meant to amuse him? He's defeated the Prime already. Effigies are unnecessary.*
*That plate has always been empty. You saw nothing.*
*What, you have something for him? What is it? ... It smells. Like dead organic matter.*
*WHY does it smell enticing? Give it to him now, human. He must inspect it more closely.*
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*No, he won't eat it. He'll just... take it from you. To examine.*