Always at the last moment, aren't I awesome? /fail
Title: The Year of the Cat - Mandarin Oranges 1/5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cracktasticness, fluff, some humor.
Pairings: Prowl & Jazz friendship.
Characters: Jazz and a Siamese cat.
Prompt: For the February Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community - Prompt: Mandarin Oranges.
Notes: Since the tiger is in rough terms an oversized cat... the series is partly a pun on the "year of the tiger" and Al Stewart's hit. There's one different 'cat' featured in each drable. These aren't my best but eeeh... it's what the challenge gave me that wouldn't take a long time to get done. XP This piece is G1
When Jazz begun his day early on the morning he had no idea his routine patrol would turn out to become, in earth colloquial terms, a game of cat and mouse with the added variant it was no mouse what he chased but a cat. It was a delicate operation all in itself, because not only was he trying to handle an animal that was small so small it was barely able to cover the length of his fore finger completely stretched, but the cat in question was completely terrified by his presence and by no means willing to surrender itself no matter how much Jazz and the cat's worried owner pleaded.
Jazz had been driving down the streets of a small district in the city that seemed to be peppered with chinese-themed establishments, from tea shops to vendors offering imports of exotic cooking ingredients. Amongst the overwhelming mixture of scents and sounds (Jazz always found chinese dialects to have a very interesting tone and ring to them) nobody paid much attention to the racing Porsche that moved through the busy streets at a sedate pace. The district was too small to be considered its own china town like other cities, but it was bursting with activity. As Jazz was nearing the park close to the district, a distracted human crashed his bicycle against a vendor's stall, sending the assortment of fruit flying in every direction and in the process had managed to scare the living daylights off the vendor's daughter's Siamese cat.
Jazz had transformed and made sure the involved were safe and sound and helped to clean up as much of the mess left behind as he could, it wasn't until he was about to fold back into his alt and resume his patrol that the desperate cries of the young girl calling for her cat drove his attention to the errant cat. Fortunately for them, the park was big enough and the trees spaced enough between each other to allow him some mobility, but they still made it a difficult task to try to catch the feline that darted away to hide from one tree to another, and Jazz only hoped the cat did not attempt to prove its climbing prowess, because it would be an even harder task to try to get catch himself a Siamese cat from a tree.
Finally, in a strike of luck, Jazz was able to capture the animal between his palms, crooning the scared feline in them even if the cat responded to his attentions with its claws scratching his paintwork before being handed to its owner.. It was amusing to see the scared cat cling to the girl with claws and all. The girl thanked him and ran away with her cat, easing the poor animal's frayed nerves.
Satisfied that his 'good deed of the day' quota had been filled, Jazz turned around to head back into the street's road to continue his patrol.
"Mister!" The girl with the cat called, waving her arm at him. "For you! Thank you for saving Dongwa." The girl said with a smile as she held out a bright orange and rounded fruit, a mandarin orange. "It's for good luck."
"Thanks, that's very kind of ya." Jazz grinned and accepted the fruit. "I sure feel lucky already." Jazz waved at the girl, throwing the mandarin orange in the air for a moment as he transformed, timing the sequence so the mandarin fell down to his passenger's seat before the hood closed. He could only imagine Prowl's face when he asked for help to get the fruit out upon his return at the Ark.
Title: The Year of the Cat - Number 8 2/5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cracktasticness, fluff, some humor, organic biological functions described.
Pairings: Prowl & Jazz friendship.
Characters: Prow, Carlyl and eight Birman kittens.
Prompt: For the February Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community - Prompt: Number 8.
Notes: Since the tiger is in rough terms an oversized cat... the series is partly a pun on the "year of the tiger" and Al Stewart's hit. There's one different 'cat' featured in each drable. These aren't my best but eeeh... it's what the challenge gave me that wouldn't take a long time to get done. XP. The cat's name comes from Kiss Players. This piece is G1
Prowl never considered himself the kind of mech that would stare at something in morbid fascination just because it was unusual in a rather grotesque way, but the events that were taking place at that moment were proving him wrong in so many levels he'd rather not try to calculate exactly how many.
No, he never thought he'd watch with rapt attention what humans liked to call 'the miracle of life' live and uncensored as performed by Shaoshao Li, Carly's proud Birman cat that was giving birth practically in Prowl's hands. Carly's relatives had dropped by her home and it was becoming a very loud and unpleasant environment for her pregnant cat, and Carly sought shelter for Shaoshao. Needing a comfortable and quiet enough space where she could do her deed in peace, Prowl had kindly offered a corner of his office, arguably one of the most quiet and calm places in the Ark.
It had been when Prowl was moving Shaoshao's box from one corner of his office to another he considered warmer, that Shaoshao's offspring decided it was a good time to greet the world. It was a sight that could have crashed a few CPUs just by the bizarre and rather gruesome, at least for their standards, process of an organic mammal bringing another to life. Prowl had not made it halfway from one corner to the other when he caught a glimpse of the head of the first kitten to being born.
And thus, eight kittens later, Prowl found himself disturbed yet fascinated with the whole process. He had barely managed the time to summon Carly as he finally set the box down in the intended corner.
"You know, I think this is a good omen." Carly said as she watched Shaoshao and her kittens. "There is this belief that the number eight symbolizes wealth, economic or otherwise. I guess it's fitting, I didn't think Shaoshao would successfully bring forth her eight kittens."
"She is a wealthy mother then." Prowl commented as he tried to concentrate back on his work, but his optics kept darting to the eight kittens and their tired mother. "When do you intend to take them back to your home?"
"Not in a few days, my uncles and cousins are staying for at least another week." Carly responded as she watched with interest the kittens that dragged themselves over the blankets padding the box. "You don't mind watching over them for a while?"
"It will be no problem at all." Prowl wouldn't admit it, but these organic creatures were fascinating... in their own messy and strange way.
More to come in a few hours.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cracktasticness, fluff, some humor.
Pairings: Prowl & Jazz friendship.
Characters: Jazz and a Siamese cat.
Prompt: For the February Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community - Prompt: Mandarin Oranges.
Notes: Since the tiger is in rough terms an oversized cat... the series is partly a pun on the "year of the tiger" and Al Stewart's hit. There's one different 'cat' featured in each drable. These aren't my best but eeeh... it's what the challenge gave me that wouldn't take a long time to get done. XP This piece is G1
When Jazz begun his day early on the morning he had no idea his routine patrol would turn out to become, in earth colloquial terms, a game of cat and mouse with the added variant it was no mouse what he chased but a cat. It was a delicate operation all in itself, because not only was he trying to handle an animal that was small so small it was barely able to cover the length of his fore finger completely stretched, but the cat in question was completely terrified by his presence and by no means willing to surrender itself no matter how much Jazz and the cat's worried owner pleaded.
Jazz had been driving down the streets of a small district in the city that seemed to be peppered with chinese-themed establishments, from tea shops to vendors offering imports of exotic cooking ingredients. Amongst the overwhelming mixture of scents and sounds (Jazz always found chinese dialects to have a very interesting tone and ring to them) nobody paid much attention to the racing Porsche that moved through the busy streets at a sedate pace. The district was too small to be considered its own china town like other cities, but it was bursting with activity. As Jazz was nearing the park close to the district, a distracted human crashed his bicycle against a vendor's stall, sending the assortment of fruit flying in every direction and in the process had managed to scare the living daylights off the vendor's daughter's Siamese cat.
Jazz had transformed and made sure the involved were safe and sound and helped to clean up as much of the mess left behind as he could, it wasn't until he was about to fold back into his alt and resume his patrol that the desperate cries of the young girl calling for her cat drove his attention to the errant cat. Fortunately for them, the park was big enough and the trees spaced enough between each other to allow him some mobility, but they still made it a difficult task to try to catch the feline that darted away to hide from one tree to another, and Jazz only hoped the cat did not attempt to prove its climbing prowess, because it would be an even harder task to try to get catch himself a Siamese cat from a tree.
Finally, in a strike of luck, Jazz was able to capture the animal between his palms, crooning the scared feline in them even if the cat responded to his attentions with its claws scratching his paintwork before being handed to its owner.. It was amusing to see the scared cat cling to the girl with claws and all. The girl thanked him and ran away with her cat, easing the poor animal's frayed nerves.
Satisfied that his 'good deed of the day' quota had been filled, Jazz turned around to head back into the street's road to continue his patrol.
"Mister!" The girl with the cat called, waving her arm at him. "For you! Thank you for saving Dongwa." The girl said with a smile as she held out a bright orange and rounded fruit, a mandarin orange. "It's for good luck."
"Thanks, that's very kind of ya." Jazz grinned and accepted the fruit. "I sure feel lucky already." Jazz waved at the girl, throwing the mandarin orange in the air for a moment as he transformed, timing the sequence so the mandarin fell down to his passenger's seat before the hood closed. He could only imagine Prowl's face when he asked for help to get the fruit out upon his return at the Ark.
Title: The Year of the Cat - Number 8 2/5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cracktasticness, fluff, some humor, organic biological functions described.
Pairings: Prowl & Jazz friendship.
Characters: Prow, Carlyl and eight Birman kittens.
Prompt: For the February Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community - Prompt: Number 8.
Notes: Since the tiger is in rough terms an oversized cat... the series is partly a pun on the "year of the tiger" and Al Stewart's hit. There's one different 'cat' featured in each drable. These aren't my best but eeeh... it's what the challenge gave me that wouldn't take a long time to get done. XP. The cat's name comes from Kiss Players. This piece is G1
Prowl never considered himself the kind of mech that would stare at something in morbid fascination just because it was unusual in a rather grotesque way, but the events that were taking place at that moment were proving him wrong in so many levels he'd rather not try to calculate exactly how many.
No, he never thought he'd watch with rapt attention what humans liked to call 'the miracle of life' live and uncensored as performed by Shaoshao Li, Carly's proud Birman cat that was giving birth practically in Prowl's hands. Carly's relatives had dropped by her home and it was becoming a very loud and unpleasant environment for her pregnant cat, and Carly sought shelter for Shaoshao. Needing a comfortable and quiet enough space where she could do her deed in peace, Prowl had kindly offered a corner of his office, arguably one of the most quiet and calm places in the Ark.
It had been when Prowl was moving Shaoshao's box from one corner of his office to another he considered warmer, that Shaoshao's offspring decided it was a good time to greet the world. It was a sight that could have crashed a few CPUs just by the bizarre and rather gruesome, at least for their standards, process of an organic mammal bringing another to life. Prowl had not made it halfway from one corner to the other when he caught a glimpse of the head of the first kitten to being born.
And thus, eight kittens later, Prowl found himself disturbed yet fascinated with the whole process. He had barely managed the time to summon Carly as he finally set the box down in the intended corner.
"You know, I think this is a good omen." Carly said as she watched Shaoshao and her kittens. "There is this belief that the number eight symbolizes wealth, economic or otherwise. I guess it's fitting, I didn't think Shaoshao would successfully bring forth her eight kittens."
"She is a wealthy mother then." Prowl commented as he tried to concentrate back on his work, but his optics kept darting to the eight kittens and their tired mother. "When do you intend to take them back to your home?"
"Not in a few days, my uncles and cousins are staying for at least another week." Carly responded as she watched with interest the kittens that dragged themselves over the blankets padding the box. "You don't mind watching over them for a while?"
"It will be no problem at all." Prowl wouldn't admit it, but these organic creatures were fascinating... in their own messy and strange way.
More to come in a few hours.