I've been using Psyche a lot lately, so I've decided to tell her story.

She was born in an alley to a rougue. The litter consisted of 1 brown she-kit, 2 grey toms, and a black she-kit. Their mother had died giving birth to them, and their father was struck with greif. He loved the kits and did his best to care for them. Of course he was a tom, so he got an old friend whose kits had been born too early to feed them. But the greif had driven him mad. (rest in comments, don't post until I say so)