This day had been a most exciting one. Not only had he taken his first own steps out into the big world; the big world had turned out to be a much bigger place than he had expected, and it was under attack. He had secured a good spot to watch the battle between the ugly, smelly creatures and the somewhat less ugly creatures that used to bring his mother treats. He was not worried about her or his siblings. They all knew how to climb to safety, and had plenty of lives to spare. All of them were cats, after all.

He had aided the Bringers of Treats as best as he could, making sure that those who fell would get up again. The smellier ones did not seem likely to bring him anything good and their scent displeased him, so he let their fallen ones lie.

After order had been restored, he got down on the ground to await his reward for helping out. As expected, it came.

"Hungry, little fella?" A soft voice asked, as the owner of it sat down on her heels and stretched our a hand to him, an offering lying ready in her palm. He walked over to her and accepted it. As both the taste and texture satisfied him, he let her pick him up and carry him with her, carefully stroking his fur as she walked.

"That must have been quite an adventure for you. Never seen darkspawn before, have you kitty? But you seem very brave, not frightened at all. Still, it would not be wise to stay out here, so you will have to come with me. There will be a nice fire in the Keep, so you will not have to be cold –"

"Commander. Are you.. talking to the cat?"

"…Yes."

The Commander, as the other two legged creatures called her, was a nice enough human. Not his human, the smell was wrong, too much steel and iron; but she brought him treats as was proper, and could carry a polite conversation well. She was unable to give him a name of his own, however, constantly and unimaginatively calling him kitty. Still, he was comfortable and saw no real reason to complain. But she was not The One.

One day she picked him up and whispered with delight that there was someone he ought to meet. And as she held him out to a much bigger human, he knew. There was that smell about him, that tinge of sparks and healing, that familiar smell of home. It was the soft, adoring look in his eyes, the cooing voice that called him a pretty kitty. This was The One, this was to be his own human.

The two humans talked to each other, but he did not listen too closely, focusing instead on the big human's face, gazing at him, not letting him look at anyone but him. There would be no opposition.

"Well, I will keep him just for a while. Until I find somewhere safer. Is that okay with you, kitty?" The human gave in quickly, while pretending otherwise. Find him somewhere safer? No, he would be the one to keep the human safe. It was his human, after all.

"I will call you Ser Pounce-a-lot!"

His human, of excellent taste in names. Yes, this was the human, and the name, for him. For Ser Pounce-a-lot.