Angel's Bad Day

Angel climbed up into her favorite tree to lounge around. It was too hot to do much else. She fanned herself with her wings to improvise a breeze. She was all alone and everything was quiet-
"Whatcha doin'?" Angel was so startled that she fell out of the tree.
"Cheetor! Don't do that!" Angel said, catching her breath.
Cheetor laughed. "Sorry."
"That's okay." She left the grove and headed for a cliff where a cool breeze was blowing. She had achieved peace-
"What's up, pussycat?" Once again startled, she accidentally fell over the edge of the cliff. She would've flown to safety, but the river at the bottom looked so inviting that she went into a power dive instead.
The water was wonderful, until the river turned to rapids. Her wings were too wet to fly, and the sides of the canyon were to sheer to climb. Angel would have to ride the rapids.

After getting bashed and banged around for a short unpleasant while, the river slowed down and formed a nice swimming hole. The panther dragged herself to the shore and said "That's okay," as if trying to convince herself it was okay.
She jumped back into the pool and did some diving. When she surfaced after one such dive, she spotted Waspinator flying overhead. She quickly returned to the shore, dried off, and followed him.
Waspinator was heading due north. Oh, good, she thought. Then I can play in the snow. Of course, I have to take Waspinator out first.

Waspinator wasn't hard to catch up with. Angel tapped him on the abdomen.
The wasp turned around and groaned, "Wazzpinator having a bad day."
"You bet!" Angel replied just before she used her razor-sharp claws to shred his wings. As the poor bug spiraled to the ground below, Angel waved goodbye to him innocently and continued on her way.

Terrorsaur seemed to be enjoying the snow, but Inferno looked very serious.
"We must do what the Queen commands! The snow must burn!"
"You idiot! Megatron sent us here so he could get some alone time with his rubber ducky!"
Angel wasn't sure what Terrorsaur was talking about, but she did see the opportunity to foil a Predacon plan, however stupid. She almost contacted Optimus, but she knew he would just tell her to wait for him to get there or, even worse, tell Angel to ignore the Preds and come home. Where it was hot. She stayed hidden behind her snow bank.
"The Royalty ordered us to melt the snow, so get melting!"
Terrorsaur grumbled something along the lines of "I've got your Royalty right here." Inferno ignored him and pointed his flamethrower at the snow. Angel seized the moment and transformed, came out into the open, and used her whip to steal Inferno's gun before you could say, "burned pants".
She brandished Inferno's gun, which took two hands to hold. "This is snow joke! Put down your weapons and leave that poor snow alone!"
Terrorsaur was about to shoot, but Angel beat him to it and defeated both Preds with surprising skill for one so inexperienced. They made a bee- (wasp?) line for home, leaving Angel, who had returned to beast mode, alone with the snow.

Ah, snow! Snow was great! Snow was the best! Snow was- when was the last time she checked into the base? It was a good few hours ago. She was out of communications range. If Optimus found out, he'd make her clean her room! And just when she'd gotten it the way she wanted it! Sigh. Time to head back.
She took a few bounding leaps and- WHUMP!- landed in a snow pit.
"That's okay," she said with failing optimism. The pit wasn't hard to climb out of and soon she was on her way home.

Right when she entered communications range, she contacted the base and assured Rhinox everything was fine. Ha! They didn't know she'd gone where she wasn't supposed to! Hey, she still had Inferno's gun, didn't she?
Now sure she was safe, she took a rest on a large tree branch. What was that cracking noise? CRUNCH! The branch- and Angel- fell onto the ground.
"That's NOT okay," Angel growled, fed up. She resumed her flight angrily after giving the branch a severe clawing.

Home at last, the large black cat stepped off the lift into the control room.
"Ya look like da ground's fallen out from unda ya," Rattrap commented. Angel glared at him so hard he shut up and didn't say another word.
"Oh yeah," Angel said on her way to her room. "Have fun." She tossed Inferno's gun onto the table. When she reached her quarters, she took a nice nap until it was dark and cooler.