So far so good. I was really excited to start this story, I hope you all like it. . .Enjoy!

Sixteen years later. . .

Anyone who knew Electra before Grizabella's Ball, knew her as a quiet, dark furred kit who didn't like the spotlight as much as her cousin Etcetera did. She didn't bother her parents, Skimbleshanks and Jennyanydots, all that much. Her sister Rumpleteazer, however, drove them up the wall. After she took Mungojerrie as her mate things were calm in the den. Electra did as she was told and wasn't one who strayed from the path. Her content little world was turned upside down not long after her sixteenth birthday when she was walking to her human's home shortly after dark.

She wasn't in any particular hurry to get home and it wasn't even that far from the Junkyard, but the fog that usually gathered at this time of night was beginning to take on a creepy effect The fog cast eerie shadows on the buildings around her and she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. Electra decided to cut through a small park she hated the fact that there was one fading lamp post to just barely light her way.

She rolled her eyes, "C'mon Electra," she told herself, "It's only fog, nothing can hurt you. Growltiger wouldn't be scared."

Growltiger was a fearsome pirate cat, his legendary fight with Ghengis and his eventual death fascinated her. She always told herself to be brave like him. As Growltiger went through her head the sound of a cat fight suddenly broke out in the fog in front of her, she froze for a moment and then quickly took cover in a bush to the left of her, forgetting all about being brave like Growltiger. She closed her eyes and waited for the yowling and screeching to stop. The fighting continued for a couple minutes longer, her tail twitched nervously from side to side. There was a gurgling sound and then the sound of something being dropped in a gutter.

When it was silent she stepped out of the bush and decided to go back to the yard for a tom escort, but the sound of running pawsteps made her freeze again. She stood there, trying to figure out if the silhouette running towards her from the fog was real or not. When it was five feet away from her and still running it was at that moment that she decided it was, indeed, a real cat. Unfortunately the unknown cat didn't see her like she saw them.

Electra didn't have enough time to move out of the way as the shadowy cat collided into her and yelped as it awkwardly jumped over her and tumbled twice before it crouched in a defensive position. The next thing the tortoise shell kit realized, is that she was laying on her belly on the ground, looking up at the other who had smacked into her.

It, well he, was an old tom cat. Electra guessed he was around the same age as Asparagus. He had aged looking white tabby with grey stripes, his coat was dirty with soot and dirt, he had a pink scar along one of his shoulders, an emerald green bandanna was tied around his head and a belt with a cutlass hung at his side. His eyes were a very dark blue and he glared at her from his crouch with his claws flexed and ready to fight. Once her dark green eyes made contact with his he gasped.

"You. . ." The word was only a whisper but Electra heard it.

As he stood up and smiled Electra scurried back to the bush. He put his claws away and cocked his head to the side, when he spoke it was a heavy Irish brogue. "Dan't be afraid litt'le one. I mean ye no harm" When he saw that she wasn't one to trust easy he used a name she would know. "I swear on Old Deuteronomy's life that I wan't be harmin ye."

Electra didn't move, it made the old tom laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" she hissed at him.

"Because I can't believe how much ye've grown. Last time I saw ye, ye were blind. But look at ye." He put both of his paws on his hips, as if he were a proud father speaking about his daughter. "Green eyes that look just like his."

Thinking he was referring to Skimbleshanks she peeked out from her bush, "What do you mean? Were you once a Jellicle?"

"Oh no, not me. I be a pirate. . .well, normally." He crouched on his knees to be eye level with her, "My, you look so much like yer father." He seemed in awe of her.

Electra shook her head, "But everyone says I don't look anything like him at all. Just the eyes."

Something clicked in the grey tabby's mind and he nodded slowly. "So no one ever found out." He shook his head. "What ye didn't know is that ye actually have a strong legacy. What with yer pirate heritage and all. And ye do look like him, yer real father I mean." He looked her in the eye and her stomach dropped when she saw how serious he was being.

She shook her head. "Real father? The Railway Cat? Da's not a pirate, I aint daft. I know I don't look that much like him, more like me mum. She has the darkness that I have and you best remember it. And what's this pirate nonsense?" She came out from the bush and stood up to her full height, she crossed her arms and glared at him. Whoever he was and whatever game he was playing at, trying to confuse her about her parents, she didn't like it.

The tom chuckled and stood up as well, "Ye certainly share his haughty attitude. If ye had lived at the docks like a proper pirate kit, ye would 'ave made a fine Lady Pirate."

Electra winkled her nose and gave him a quizzical look. "What are you playing at?"

He didn't answer and asked a question of his own, "What is yer name kit?"

She eyes him warily, "Electra."

He nodded his head and gave her a crooked smile, "Good name. Of course if ye'd 'ave lived with yer real da you would have been named something just a tad bit fiercer."

She could only stare at him in confusion, not really knowing what to say to him. The words he spoke to her next left her completely lost.

"Growltiger's litt'le girl. If ye'd had a pirate up-bringing he would 'ave been prouder, even if ye were a queen kit." He laughed and half turned away from her, "I 'ave to be goin now litt'le one. Don't worry abou the way I came, it's safe now." He began to trot off into the thinning fog.

Electra shook her head and then noticed he was leaving, "Wait!" She called after him, "What's your name?"

Before the night completely swallowed him, he answered her by shouting over his shoulder, "Seward!" He vanished.

The queen kit stood there until his paw steps faded into the night. She slowly turned and made her way to her human's home, her pace quickened when she got closer. Once she was let it in and drank some water she hopped up into the lap of the older man who lived with her humans. That night she had a difficult time falling asleep since most of her time was spent thinking about what the tom, Seward, had told her. It was hard for her to think that anyone besides Skimbleshanks was her father. That tom had to be mad; there was no way she was Growltiger's kit. He was only a kitten story.

She resolved to ask her parents about it when she went back to the yard the next day and let herself drift into an uneasy sleep.