Almost two years ago, Ellie had gotten a cat she found while on patrol, naming it Starlight and keeping it in her little home. However, her cat had gotten out one day, returning two days later. It wasn't long before Ellie realized her cat had found a boy and got pregnant. She got more food, bowls, and other essentials to prepare for however many kittens would come, but waiting around for them to show up was the worst part. She didn't want to leave at any point, just in case Starlight had the kittens. When the kittens were finally born, Ellie's home was now filled with tiny, squealing meows, not that she minded. The kittens were too adorable. All three of them. It was a small litter, but a cute one. Once the kittens were a little older, she gave one to Dina and the other to Joel, just to help her get him off her back by letting him take care of something else. That left her with one last kitten, you. She decided to keep you. Who wouldn't? You were tiny and fuzzy, always trembling and wobbling on your little legs. She loved it.

Ellie just got off a long patrol, groaning to herself as she took her shows off and threw herself onto her bed face first, just lying there for a moment. That moment of relief was soon interrupted, however, by high-pitched mews and tiny claws getting stuck in her sweatshirt as your little body climbed onto her. She snorted, hearing the urgency in your meows, demanding her attention while your mother continued snoozing on the couch.

"Geez, little kitten. So loud. I just got home, gimme a minute," she chuckled, her voice muffled by the sheets, "And get your little claws out of my clothes."