⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝑩𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝑳𝙐𝘾𝙆☘︎, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒫𝘈𝘓.ᐟ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝑩𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝑳𝙐𝘾𝙆☘︎, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒫𝘈𝘓.ᐟ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓝𝐎 ⠀ MALE ⠀ 𝖢𝖠𝖭 ⠀ 𝓡𝑬𝓢𝙄𝙎𝙏 𝑀͟𝒴͟ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖭𝖮𝖳 ⠀ 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 ⠀ 𝒴𝒪𝓤. ༝༚༝༚ও ⠀

͏͏͏ 𝘞𝘌’𝘙𝘌 𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎.ᐟ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐘𝗢𝗨 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖳𝗜𝗠𝗘, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐘 𝐓͟𝖶͟𝖨͟𝖭͟ ᵎᵎ ⠀

{{ cheetor… he back

{ that jeep looks like swindle. interesting. }

{{ ELDI??!???

farewell, wrecker. { waving a wing. not like he can SEE IT, but, at least he’s in solitude one more. * 😪 }

you’re smarter than most, then. { offlining his little optics. his eyes sure do give away where he was residing, now he remains in the dark! } no. my pedes lock onto the ceiling in this form, it keeps me stationary so i can recharge. why are you out here when it’s dark out?

none taken. you’re familiar with the area? { that’s a shock and a half— this is typically decepticon territory, after all. he’s not too concerned, clearly, crawling back up to his original resting spot after landing. } nobody really takes a look for what’s above them, anyway.

evening. can i help you with something. you have blinded me for a good minute and a half… { you can really tell he was sleeping GOOD, considering his voice is more gruff, like when one first gets up in the morning rather than malicious. * 🫩 }

{ no way. you disturbed his slumber with your bright ass headlights, now do the time. flying down, debating on perching onto the wrecker’s shoulder… leave it to the good guys to start a disturbance. * 🙄 }

{ people are trying to SLEEP HERE. this isn’t the most pleasant area either, bright red optics ominously lighting up the darkened area where he’s remaining. get any closer and he’ll jumpscare you. }

{ just a little ( not really ) bat perching upside down in the dark alleyway. nobody bothers anything that’s stuck on the ceiling, mostly because they can’t see him. snzzz. * 😴 }

{{ :3

{{ everyone so mean to u cheeto.

{ WOAH! why is he unleashing the dead on them? immediately, the cheetah pops out of his preferred animal frame to switch over to his root mode, metal settling into place with widened optics. he’s relatively young in regards to his teammates, never having the displeasure of seeing a sight like this—

{{ get that fuckass hamster out my FACE

{{ i think anyone would be tbh

{{ WHY THR ZOMBIES??!! ILL TAKE THE KICK

{{ hes gonna kick the kitty 😔

{ cheetor never takes too kindly to threats, even if the impending doom is coming from a member of the djd themselves. his frame moves into an almost prowling position, as if questioning the move to pounce. HELLO?! } … ggrrrhh. { with whiteripple speaking out does he move to turn away instead. }

{{ megatron war flashbacks with being called pussycat

uh. okay. can you take your work somewhere else. { it’s not as if he can save these individuals at all— they’re in the process of melting as they speak, but trust, cheetor gave it a good thought. primus, make those mechas deaths at least quick, would you? }

{ JUMPS, stood at whiteripple’s side— alert with the display before the two. what the hell. } er… feeling occupied there, helex? what gives?

{ oh my god. }

{ swishes his tail... he finds this hilarious, sitting himself down right beside him. cheetor is unaware of the horrors nearby. } sooo annoying, heh. right.

{ yaaaawwn, switching his gaze towards the other. } what, scared of a little wind, ‘ripple?

. . . { moving over to sniff the can. interesting. }

{ WHAT WAS THAT?! JUMPS. }

{ gnawing on his paw. itchy. }

obsidian hide. ( 🙂‍↕️ ) { tail swish. }

{ meow. }

wha—? i know that. no need to race like a maniac in order to prove it. hmf.

{ side eyeing the speeding wolf. grrrr. } stupid isn’t what i would use, but, maybe… hmf. { cheetor is definitely faster. that’s for sure. ( jealous? ) }

well, ‘cause, if i was rude, i should— { WHO IS SPEEDING RIGHT NOW?!! IT’S A RESIDENTIAL!!! sort of. immediately hopping on his feet to scope out the vehicle, stepping in front of the orca. } what the hell? it’s the morning. what could they be late for? ( 😾 )

. . . sorry. don’t mean to get snappy with you. { a twitch of his lowering ears, shifting his gaze. } thanks for the offer to help. i appreciate it.

i’m not mad— or upset over that. forget it, ‘ripple. { it’s the fact he can’t find any hint of his team lingering around anywhere. he can’t operate that well on his own, despite his tendency to try and disobey. optimus primal, where are youuuu… * 😾 }

… you wanna help me? { real funny stuff. he doesn’t seem to take the offer seriously, seeing as he moves to sit, shifting slightly away from whiteripple. flicking his tail. } no thanks. i’m done searching for today.

{ cheetor hardly finds this hilarious, nervously swishing his tail while keeping his stare a bit more menacing. grrr. } yeah. busy. i’m trying to find some other members of my team— and so far, i got nothing for today. but tomorrow, maybe i’ll get a clue, or… something.

{ when they say cheetahs are the fastest land animals, they aren’t kidding. the speed at which cheetor LEAPS up into the air out of surprise is record breaking, quick to act natural, as if he didn’t just jump out of his skin. } WHA—⁉️ oh, uh… ‘ripple. i’m just. relaxing. busy day today. { AHEM. }

{ it would NOT be funny— for cheetor. any bystanders around, it’s questionable. blissfully unaware of the other’s presence, pawing at his face. pufffff. }

{ searching for any other maximals was proving to be more difficult than he thought— really, was it only him and dinobot around here? and… waspinator. such a dramatic sigh leaves him, immediately lowering to lounge about on the floor. just pout it out, kitty. }

{{ do i need to cause chaos on the kitty cat

{{ meow. 😼