"Prowl? Are you alright?" Dayta asked worriedly, giving him a small nuzzle.
Transformers: Warriors Style
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Prowl flinched away from Dayta, his gaze snapping towards her. When he realised it was Dayta the fear left his eyes.
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Dayta pinned her ears against her head, worried. "Prowl?" She whispered.
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"Yes?" He rasped in a low voice.
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Dayta let out a sigh of relief, her ears pricking back up. "How are you feeling?"
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"Better." Prowl wheezed.
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"Good. You should rest," she meowed with a small smile.
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Prowl nodded and laid his head down on his forepaws but his fears kept him awake.
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((I'm so tempted to have Dayta start singing The Humbling River...))
Dayta frowned, and moved to Prowl's side, lightly pressing up against him.
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Prowl wished he could flee the den, it reeked of Ultra Magnus' scent and made his stomach twist in pain.
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Dayta frowned, resting her head on Prowl's shoulder as she began to hum a tune quietly.
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Prowl sighed and closed his eyes but did not become calm. "I can't sleep."
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"You don't need to if you cant." She whispered, licking between his ears in a calming manner and continuing to hum the song.
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Prowl snuggled up against Dayta, his body still trembling.
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"It's alright Prowl, I won't let anyone hurt you again," Dayta whispered, resuming grooming him.
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"They'll get me sooner or later... I just know it." Prowl whimpered, his claws sinking into the ground in front of him as he remembered Megatron ripping into his throat.
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"I wont alow it." Dayta meowed, nuzzling him.
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Prowl found no comfort in the words, he knew his death was coming sooner rather than later. There were so many things he wanted to do... have a mate, have kits, maybe even become leader... now he would never have those things.
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"I promise I'll protect you with my life, Prowl." Dayta meowed, curling around him. "I swear to PrimusClan."
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Prowl closed his eyes and whimpered.