"Get away from him!" Screeched the jet black queen, lashing vicious claws at the circling red tom.

Macavity chuckled deeply, dragging his tail under her chin, "Easy now my love, I wish the child no harm."

She struck out again, meeting nothing but air, just barely clipping fur, "I said stay away from him!"

Her half faced tormentor drew closer to the pair, snaggled claws clicking ominously against concrete, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, is that any way to treat me? I who have alled for you and your bastard refuge under my roof? I who fed and nursed you? Your savior?"

The queen shrunk back with a whimper, pulling her still blind kit to her chest defensively.

Macavity snarled, glaring at her through his one burning yellow-red eye, "No, I didn't believe so..." He looked down at his ash colored claws, returning his gaze to the lithe queen. Moving swiftly, they met with the tend flesh of the young mother. Blood splattered his fur, speckling his darkened stripes and staining the white points of the kitten she held. Macavity watched her drop, her silent gasps for words caused him to smirk, "Worry not, he's in capable paws, no harm will come to him," he knelt, kissing his victim one last time as he scooped up her gift to the world, "He'll be where I can always have eyes on him," he cooed, slipping away from the sight of dying eyes.