I have no clue where this came from but it did. *sigh* I feel like I'm going backwards.

Title: Good name (meh, I suck at titles)

Pairings: none (yet)

Disclaimer: I do not own in any form whatsoever, Transformers or Petformers. They belong to Hasbro and peanutchan!

Warnings: Human cruelty

It was a lovely day. The sky was blue, the sun was high in the sky, there was a nice breeze… and there were' idiotic teenage cats' running around in the scrapyard, challenging each other on who could go highest on all the scrap, the heat in the storage house was seriously starting to burn him alive, the freaking birds were all sighing happily aware that the 'idiotic teenage cats' would never be able to catch them… and Lockdown absolutely hated it.

Already having attempted to 'persuade' the cats to go the frag away, Lockdown was left with no choice but to leave his own home and wonder off. The breeze did nothing to quell his annoyance and the few cats he came across literally ran the other way when they saw him coming down the same road they were in.

Growling, he looked up at the sky. The blue, prefect sky with its perfect sun seemed to mock him. Damn nature.

The sound of water interrupted his thoughts. Perking at the sight of the small river that ran through the town, he ran down the slope and, in an un-Lockdown kind of behavior, jumped into the river.

Submerging he purred in content as the cool water surrounded him. Not many cats came down to the river. The mongrel didn't understand why his kind hated water so much. It was so nice in summer. True it could be a bitch in winter, but only to those 'idiotic teenage cats' that thought they could ski on the ice only to find out it was too thin.

The current wasn't strong and he didn't have any problems getting out. Shaking himself to get the excess of water off, he looked for a nice shaded spot he could sleep in.

A large tree stood just next to the river bank, its long branches almost crossing the river and its leaving dropping onto the water. A sleepy willow. It was a nice sight. Climbing the tree, he picked a spot where he could see the rest of the word but the world couldn't see him. With a lazy yawn, he laid down and let sleep claim him.

….

He was startled by the sound of an old truck braking hard. Snapping his head up, he watched as a gray, battered truck's door opened and a tall, bulky man in a leather jacket came out, a garbage bag in his hand.

Rolling his eyes, Lockdown laid his head back down again. It was obvious, the human was going to throw the garbage in the river. It was Sunday, police didn't patrol the river banks on a Sunday so this man wouldn't get caught and the kittens would drow-

Jumping up, he twitched his ears, listening carefully. His eyes widen in shock and disgust as the cries of kittens reached his ears. Cries coming from inside the garbage bag!

"No." He thought sickened. The man was not going to do what he thought he was.

Frozen in place, he watched as the man, without a care in the world threw the bag into the middle of the river and turned to climb back inside his truck. The start of the engine shocked Lockdown out of his frozen state. Not thinking about it twice, he ran on one of the branched that extended over the river and jumped.

The bag hadn't sank completely and the mongrel grabbed it with his teeth, swimming desperately for the river bank once he realized the cries had stopped.

Hauling the bag out of the water, he used his claws to rip the bag open and couldn't help but gag at the sight. Inside, five kittens laid motionless, their faces frozen in fear and anguish as they had tried to get any air into their little bodies.

He was too late. Looking away from the sight, he gritted his teeth. Humans were monsters. How could they do such a thing? Drown kittens? Disgusting. He sometimes wished he were a larger feline, maybe a jaguar or a tiger. Then he'd show those humans.

Sighing, he turned to leave, the image of the dead kittens still haunting him. He doubted he'd be able to forget about it.

He didn't manage to take three steps before he heard a small rustle, and a very weak and gurgled cry. Whipping his head around, he saw a small body twitch. Rushing back, he saw the smallest kitten, a black cat with a bit of gold here and there, gasping for air.

Quickly, Lockdown moved the kitten away from its brothers and gently pushed on the small chest, the black and gold immediately throwing up water. The mongrel let out a disbelieving sigh as the cat wailed lousy, afraid and hurt. He eyed the kitten with saddened eyes, knowing the small one was calling out to his parents and siblings.

Now, the kitten had no one. Lockdown was not about to keep it. First of all, he had no milk to offer the fur ball. Second, he knew scrap about taking care of kittens. He lived in a scarp yard for pit's sake! Not the best environment to raise the black and gold.

He groaned as he realized what he had to do. He'd have to find the small fur ball a family, one that would take good care of him. And he knew of only one group of cats he could trust to take care of the small thing. And one of them had recently given birth so there would be plenty of milk.

He was startled out f his thoughts by a small touch to his paw. Looking down, he saw the small fur ball trying to curl its self around his big paw. Sighing, he picked the kitten up by the back of his neck and ran up the slope. He paused for a second to look back at the garbage bag, the dead kittens laying still, with no one around to even mourn for them. He'd come back and bury them. It was the least he could do.

….

Yoketron laid on the steps of the house he lived in sighing in bliss. The hot sun on his fur was so soothing… his master had all the air conditioners in the house on max and it had soon turned into an iceberg.

He smiled as he listened to the cries of the three cats playing with his kitten coming from the back yard. They had offered to entertain he energy ball and he had not refused. No though, it seemed he had probably lost his future kitsitters.

A small breeze made him tense up, and he glared at a bush not too far away. His tail twitched, the only sign of his emotions, as a black and green mongrel jumped out of it.

"Lockdown." He greeted icily.

"Hello Sensei, how you've been?" Smirked the mongrel.

"Very well thank you. Yourself?" The mock politeness continued for a bit before the Dragon Li noticed something odd. Was the mongrel, trying to ask something of him?

Intrigued, and knowing that for the mongrel to admit he needed help with something could take hours, he decided to broach the subject.

"Is there anything you need Lockdown?"

Twitching slightly, not liking that the old cat could still read him, and growled defeated.

"I know you've given birth a few weeks ago."

The Dragon Li tensed. What did the mongrel want with his kitten?

"You are correct."

"You still have.. you know.. ah, Primus this is hard."

Tilting his head, Yoketron could not help but be amused by the sudden nervous, or should he say embarrassed, display from the mongrel.

"Milk."

That caught the older cat off guard.

"I beg your pardon?"

Groaning, Lockdown turned and went up to the bush, Yoketron watching him all the way, still too shocked to understand what was going on. He shifted a bit to try and see what Lockdown was getting, only for his eyes to widened as he turned and came back… a kittenhanging form his jaws.

Walking up to the frozen and shocked cat, he sat the kitten down between his paws where not even a peep came out of it.

"I.. need you to take care of 'im."

Yoketron looked from the obviously new born kitten nestled between the mongrel's paws back up at Lockdown's embarrassed face. His eyes narrowed and his voice turned cold.

"Have you mated with someone and now do not wish to be responsible for this kitten?"

"WHAT! NO! I haven't mated with anyone! A human threw a garbage bag full of kittens into the river!"

The Dragon Li gasped at the sudden outburst, disgusted to think humans were capable of such a thing. It was then that he noticed the mongrel's wet fur. Lockdown drew in a deep breath to calm his anger. He may steal, he may blackmail, he may get into fights but he would never abandoned his own kitten or mate! A sudden sadness filled him at the thought that nobody would ever want to be his mate.

"He's, the only one that survived." He said somberly, looking away as the image of the dead kittens flashed in front of him.

Yoketron sighed sadly. He stood up, jumped down the steps and walked up to Lockdown. Dropping in front of the kitten, he nuzzled the small fur ball earning a small purr.

"So ah… you'll take care of 'im?"

Smiling, the old cat stood up and locked eyes with Lockdown. The mongrel shifted a bit, uncomfortable with the warmth he saw in the other cat's eyes.

"I'm proud of you Lockdown."

Shocked and a bit flustered, the mongrel did what he did best. He glared.

"Whatever! You want him or not?"

"Yes Lockdown, I will take him in." He responded quietly.

"Well good!" He hissed and turned to flee, only to stop at the end of the path. He turned cautiously.

"What… " He licked his lips, suddenly unsure ", what are ya gonna call 'im?"

Yoketron took a moment to look at the back and gold kitten. Very soft mewls escaped him once in a while but other wise he was very silent. He smiled coming up with the perfect name.

"I think, I'll call him… Prowl."

"Prowl huh?" The mongrel nodded a few times, looking else where. He turned so the other couldn't see him, a small smile spreading across his face. "Good name."

I can not believe I just killed four kittens! T.T I hear storied all the time about these kind of things happening. It's so sad! I have three cats and the last one, my mom got here from a girl who was probably going to throw her away! T.T It's so sad!

Points to whoever guesses who Yoketron's kitten is!

Hey, anybody know what the back of a cat's neck is called? Scruff, scrub something like that? (ENGLISH NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!)

REVIEW PLEASE! It will make me very happy seeing as Argentina lost today... *cries*