A/N: Hello! As said on my profile, I was working on a Nutmeg story, and here it is. This focuses on her early life, up until she met Jake. If the Erins released a novella centered around her, I have NOT read it yet, so here is my take on how she was brought up. I know that on my profile, it says that I don't like Fan Characters, but here I really had no choice. Though, for readers who have read the Sasha spin-offs, the man depicted is none other than a younger Ken. I didn't see any kittypets that were old enough to be Firestar's maternal grandmother, so I had to add in Maggie. And for no apparent reason, I gave Nutmeg siblings... Once again, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. This is also my first Fanfiction on this site, so any constructive criticism would be highly appreciated. Anyhow, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nutmeg, Ken, Jean, and Jake all belong to the genius Erins. Maggie, Berry, and Mouse are from the insanity also known as my brain.

Somewhere in the English countryside, there stood an extravagant mansion, owned by a man by the name of Kenneth Andrews. Mr. Andrews had no wife or children, yet he was a kind loner, whom the city children from far and wide would travel to see. When asked why he never married, he would simply say, "I have not found anyone worthy of my courtship yet.''

He spent his weekdays in London, working as a doctor at an Emergency Room. Otherwise, he simply sat in his study and looked onto the beautiful land that surrounded his home.

One sweltering August morning, a heavily pregnant tabby dragged herself to the porch, just as she began to give birth. As Mr. Andrews came out to greet the postman, he nearly stepped on the dark tabby, who was yowling like there was no tomorrow. Hardly a rookie at birthing, he barely managed to get her three kittens out alive.

It was almost a relief when all three of them started to mewl helplessly.

Suddenly, a phone call interrupted his silent marveling. Ken rushed indoors, leaving the tabby and her kittens alone.

Ah, maybe this Nofur isn't so bad... Maggie thought to herself as she lapped at her kittens. But what will I name these little angels?

"I'll name this one Berry, because something about her pelt reminds me of the berry trees from the Big Woods,'' Maggie murmured as she lapped at a miniscule she-kit, who had dappled golden fur.

''And this one... my only tom-kit, you will be Mouse. Quite delicious, you know,'' She informed her dark gray tom, who looked like a miniature male copy of Maggie herself.

''And you, my youngest daughter.. Oh, how you resemble your father...'' Maggie was lost in thought, thinking of her lovely mate, who had perished once a monster had run him over. ''You will be Nutmeg.. he always loved the smell of nutmeg..''

Meanwhile, inside the study, Kenneth Andrews was occupied- occupied with his new career of yelling at land developers. ''NO, you will not build a shopping what-not on my property, and THAT'S FINAL!'' he screamed into the receiver. ''Look, Miss, I just had some pregnant cat arrive and give birth on my porch! No hello, just 'OW, help me!' And, NO, I'm NOT planning to sell anytime soon! Now, good day!"

He huffed and hung up. "Idiots..." he muttered. "Just because I have a job in London doesn't mean I want to move there."

Calming down, he returned to the porch to see how the cat was doing. but before he did, he stopped by the kitchen to fill up a cereal bowl with warm, whole milk. ''There, that should feed them.'' He took the bowl carefully and set it right outside the front door. Maggie weakly leaned over to lap the edge of the container. Sighing, and exhausted from the toil of birthing, she unhinged her jaw in a wide yawn and settled down for a nap, kits at her flank.

A/N: I'm also in the process of writing Chapter 2, so that'll be out later today ;) Thanks for reading this far, it means a lot. R&R, no flames please. The story's going to be maybe 2-4 chapters long.