A ginger queen was going through a rough delivery in an alley during a terrible thunder storm under a filthy dumpster. It was as if the elements were foretelling the tragic and stormy future of the newborn kit that was being born. The mother was a ginger and white cat, the father was a black and white lightning patterned tom, tall and yellow eyed. They weren't your normal strays or alley cats, the future litter and the attending family were wild cats.

The kits-to-be-born also had a sister eight years older than them. Her name was Marisella, fierce and malicious for her age, she stood outside the dumpster while her father helped deliver his only son.

The young queen had a white base coat with ginger and orange patches and black stripes covering her slender form, black sleek paws and forearms that ended at the elbows with spiky tufts of fur that were now wet along with her shaggy, wild mane of ginger head fur. Her arms were crossed as she stood motionless with her back to the dumpster, her tail drooped and touched the ground, she didn't care about it. Her incredibly bright yellow eyes, something that ran in the family, scanned the alley before her. Her claws were always out in anticipation of stray cats that she perceived as constant threats to her and her family. She didn't even flinch when she heard the pained screams of her mother and the encouraging words of her father as she gave birth to their second litter of kittens.

Marisella had been their first, so far their second litter consisted of three still-borns and the last was proving to be rough for the fragile queen. Exhausted, she was using all the strength she possibly could to deliver this last one, their hope.

"C'mon mum!" her mate shouted. They referred to each other as mum and da', never using their real names. "Ye can do it!" His accent was rough and unique, something like an old Irish brogue that no one heard anymore. "C'mon love! It's almost ther'!" His eyes were wide as he carefully pulled the slimy kit out of his mate, helping the birthing process.

She gave out one final scream before falling back and leaving the cleaning of the kit to her dutiful mate. Wild cats mated for life and both parents would always work together to raise their kits, there were no specific father or mother duties, each parent was equal in everything they did and raised their kits as such.

'Da', worked quickly and carefully to tear off the sac from around his last kit and licked it clean. It began mewling instantly and both parents grinned with joy that one out the four had lived. The father held his kit close and ran his paw through the little one's wild head fur, gently smoothing it out. It wailed and Da quickly gave it over to Mum. She smiled brightly and took it.

"Tis a tom." He told her. Without looking up from his mate and son he called for Marisella.

She turned and crawled under the dumpster, finding her parents and her new sibling. She stole a glance to the stone wall of the building by their temporary shelter and saw three still bundles of fur; she felt nothing for the weak ones who couldn't make it. She looked back in front of her and saw her mother holding a little tom kit with lighting streaks of white black and ginger fur. He was suckling from his mother and was so little and quiet. She silently looked down and a small smirk lifted the corner of her mouth, her eyes glowed in the dimness under the dumpster. Thunder boomed outside but none of the cats noticed.

"What's his name?" Marisella asked as she continued to look at him.

Her father sat back on his heels and proudly lifted his chin, "He shall be named Macavity."

Marisella's smirk turned into a full scale grin and her mother beamed as she closed her eyes, her mate crawled behind her and let her lean back to rest.