(This is my first story! :D So please, review and tell me what you think! Don't worry about being too harsh, I'd rather you not sugar coat things. Depending on the reaction I get, I'll write and post another chapter on either 'Screamer or 'Warp. Enjoy the first chapter of Flight Instincts!)

The Jaguar licked his chops as he watched his prey. The blue jay was spooked, looking behind its back every few feet, feathers ruffled up, starting at every noise...

Thundercracker nearly bolted through the ceiling when he turned around the corner and smacked face first into Bonecrusher.

"Hey! Watch were you're going you heap of slag!"

"Can it you dim-witted ground-pounder!"

Bonecrusher was about to retort nastily but held his tongue when he got a good look at the Seeker. The blue F-15's optics where darting everywhere, his fingers where twitching, his wings where shifting restlessly on his back, and his armor was sticking up everywhere. Something was up.

"What's crackin, 'Cracker? Looks like something's.. Ruffled up your feathers!" Bonecrusher smirked at his own puns. Thundercracker closed his optics in a vain attempt not to roll them has he sighed, jet engines in his feet powering down as he calmed slightly.

"Its.. nothing, Bonecrusher." Bonecrusher watched as the blue Seeker stalked off, trying to flatten his armor and not glance behind him. Bonecrusher never noticed a certain feline mech slip past him, hugging the shadows.

The jaguar stalked the blue jay, his body like a black liquid, melting into the shadows, padded feet making nary a sound as he easily closed in for the kill...

'YAAAAGHHH- THUD'

Everyone present in the rec room swiveled their heads in sinc to watch the blue mech rocket into ceiling hard, before falling onto his aft. No one ever noticed the feline mechanoid dart away from the seemingly 'thruster accident'.

"Hey 'Cracker! Drink too much high-grade for once? That's a ceiling above you, buddy."

"Shut up you glorified hunk of scrap metal!" The usually sane and reserved Seeker spun on his heel and marched off, optics darting at every shadow, combat systems activated and searching for a certain Cassette belonging to Soundwave. He tried to calm himself as his brothers poked at him through their bond, wondering what was causing the anxiety radiating from the blue triplet.

Resting from his successful hunt, the jaguar lounges on his favorite perch, cleaning the remains of his kill off of his claws...

Soundwave sighed internally as his first Cassette stretched out on his shoulder cannon, claws shining after Ravage licked them clean of any blue paint leftover from whatever his daily activities had led him to do. Thundercracker appeared briefly, glaring pointedly at him and Ravage before spitting and muttering something foul as he stalked off, purple paint matching the Nemesis's halls scratched onto his helm. Impossible to ignore sudden increase in intensity of Ravage's purrs, Soundwave put two and two together and directed his thoughts towards the black jaguar mech currently draped lazily across his shoulder cannon.

'Ravage: Report daily activities. Involving: Seeker Thundercracker'

The Cassette purred and started grooming his legs.

'Hmmm.. Are you sure you want to know?'

Soundwave processed for a second before answering.

'Answer to previous inquiry: unnecessary. Request: that I am not to be involved.'

'Of course.' The jaguar suddenly got up and leapt onto a nearby energon dispenser, before disappearing into the shadows. Soundwave tried to ignore the self-narrating that Ravage unconsciously let slip through their mental link as the comms officer headed towards his post. He really shouldn't have shown the Cassette those nature shows..

The jaguar, hungry for more blood, prowls the jungle for his next victim. Soon, the silent hunter finds a suitable target..

Thundercracker stalked through the halls and tried to ignore his suddenly re-awakened instincts. He felt like he was being watched and stalked, and it was making him nervous. Skywarp was just around the corner...

It's now or never, the majestic beast leaps in the air, letting out a mighty roar as his claws sink into the hide of the blue jay...

Skywarp was drinking some energon, relaxing after a long patrol when a load yowl followed by the most Primus-awful screech reached his audio receptors. The thought to go help out his brother and fellow seeker briefly crossed his CPU, but he was on energon break. Someone else can deal with it. So Skywarp leaned back and planted his feet on a nearby table and listened to his poor brother get his aft handed to him.

Thundercracker was in panic. His own wings where blocking him from snatching Ravage, who was hanging on for dear life on his back. And laughing. And laughing. He tried to slam his back against the wall but Ravage jerked his claws, forcing the Seeker to slam his shoulder into the wall. He tried to fly up and scrape the cat off with the ceiling. That worked as well as the rec room incident. Finally, he fell to the floor on his chest and watched as the black feline mech ran away. Laughing. And right before he turned the corner, Ravage glanced back at the blue F-15 and gave the most fragging smug look that the Seeker had ever seen. Ravage then ran off, right as Skywarp turned the other corner to find his brother throwing a tantrum on the floor.

"Bro.. You having thruster malfunctions again?"

The scream of rage was permanently filed away in Ravage's memory core.

(Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :D This story was influenced by Melora Maxwell! I love her stories about Soundwave and co. Thanks Melora! Now please, review!)