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Donno if there's anything fan-made with Felicity, 's cat OC (Mate to Grinny the cat), but I had the urge to write something of this sort.
Note: This is a FAN-MADE origin story, meaning its my interpretation of Felicity's origin based on the background information given by the creator. Anyone in the story aside from Felicity, is either mine (Created for the story) or owned by someone else. Thank you.
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People, are capable of some of the cruelest things. Crueler than nature even. Nature, will overlook deformities if able. In the case of a newborn, crossbred kitten, humans were the ones who would condemn death. She was born late in the night, under the watchful eye of her Asian-Leopard father. Blind, deaf, and helpless, she was unaware of what all around her saw. Her mother, a typical white and gray house cat, was skeptical of her. Initial responses of animals can seem cruel- but the reality of it is otherwise. The young kitten's mother's first instinct was to kill her, but not out of hate. Out of pity. She, wasn't right. The newborn bore an extra limb, and a second muzzle growing from the side of her face. She was deformed, and in a world as harsh as the one they lived in, that was usually a death sentence. To kill her seemed like a kindness. A means of preventing the harsh ways of the world from beating down on the infant kit.

The house cat forced her jaws wide and closed her eyes to deal the blow, but it was the kittens father who kept that fatal bite from being dealt. He snatched the infant away, gently, and eyed her intently. He knew the cruel world better than the mother did. Of six perfectly healthy offspring, she was the one born different. An extra leg and muzzle, but other than that, as healthy and able as the rest. He protected her then and there, and coaxed his anxious mate into accepting her deformed offspring.

“Judge this little one not by shape, but by spirit... Look.. She mewls and seeks your comfort.. She's as strong and lively as the rest, if not more... Keep her. Raise her. Be the light of this dark and heartless world..” His words were noble, and heartfelt as he spoke to his mate, who in turn calmed and let the kitten near enough to nurse. True to the father's judgment, the deformed kitten behaved no differently than her siblings, and she showed the same vigor as she nursed. There was a genuine love and care for her, the infant kitten born with a parasitic twin. She was given the name “Szansa”, meaning “Chance”, because they had given her the chance to survive and prove that she was as fit and able as the rest of their offspring. Granted, the cruelty of humans soon ensured the house cat and her leopard mate would never get to see if their young, deformed kitten would grow into the strong cat they'd given her the chance to become. When you're someones pet, keeping offspring hidden is impossible.

Not even a week had passed before the house cat's owner came across “Szansa”. As one might expect, they were not pleased to find one of their hybrids deformed. They took the helpless kitten from her parents- the white and black house cat named Winter, and the Asian Leopard called Chase. The cold hearted person carried the crying kit outside, and dropped her in the first dumpster they came across. Alone, cold, and helpless, “Szansa” cries met the sky. She did not know her mother was not near. Did not know, at that time, that she had been condemned to death by the human who had otherwise been her owner. The blind and death kitten knew nothing aside from the cold air, and her longing for her mothers warmth. In the end, nature proved to be more merciful on the deformed kitten than mankind was. The night prior, a stray cat had taken refuge beneath the dumpster to have a litter of kittens of her own. The stray, Amber, was unable to stand the screams of the orphaned kit trapped in the dumpster.

She could not leave a baby to die- not screaming the way young “Szansa” was. She rescued the trembling infant from the depths of the trash and took her beneath the dumpster. She did note the infants deformities, but was unable to care. As it was, Amber was a deformed cat as well. She had been a pet, up until the accident that cost her a hind leg. Her owners had cast her off after that. Humans had shown her how cruel they were capable of being to the unfortunate. Thanks to that, the stray understood what the kitten would go through as she grew. Amber took “Szansa” in, and incorporated her into her small litter of kittens. The deformed kit became the forth of her children, and she showed her the same love and care she gave her true offspring. Alongside her new siblings, the kitten grew under the care of the kind stray cat who had taken her in. In time, she began to open her eyes. She became able to see the world, and hear the loving voice of her adoptive mother as she called to her.

“Felicity”. That was the name Amber gave her adopted kitten. A beautiful name with a beautiful meaning. A meaning of great happiness and joy. Joy that the old stray hoped the deformed kitten and her siblings would find in the world. Granted, such things tend to come after years of hardship and suffering. For Felicity, that was the way things played out. She was loved and accepted by the old cat which had taken her in. Her siblings, while somewhat judgmental of her odd appearance, truly cared for her. As for other cats, and the humans she came into contact with. Well, it was rare not to be made fun of or looked down upon. Any animal she met behaved coldly. She was judged for her deformities, and treated as if she were a mistake of nature. Sometimes, older, larger cats would get her cornered and try to “Fix” what was wrong with her. Meaning, they tried to remove her extra leg and muzzle. They did not understand the pain she felt when the leg was bitten and yanked.

Nor did they seem to care. Her mother and her siblings did what they could to console her after these traumatic experiences, but the pain would last for days. Having a limb that you could not move, but still felt- to Felicity, it was torture. The extra limb made it difficult to do things other stray cats had to do in order to get food. Fences were especially dangerous, because at times the fifth paw would get caught and she would have to hope someone could help her get free. Amber became extra watchful of her adopted offspring when it became apparent how easily she could get hurt. Felicity would have a lot to learn as she grew, and the old stray intended on being there to teach for as long as she was able. For two years, the stray was able to help her children learn the ways to survive. Still, the ways of life are cruel. There came a day where Amber didn't jump far enough while trying to reach a bird sitting atop windowsill. She fell around ten feet, but didn't land on flat ground. She landed atop a mail box.

The blow to her underside was enough to cause internal bleeding. Only a few hours after the incident, she passed away beneath the same dumpster she'd raised her kittens beneath. Felicity and her siblings were devastated- and what was worse. In her last hours of life, Amber confessed to the deformed young cat that she was not her real mother. She told the tale of how a human had put thrown her into the dumpster as a kitten, and of how she'd taken her in and raised her. Felicity learned the truth of who she was, and lost the cat she called mother. This left her with no one to turn too. Her siblings did not understand, and they could not understand her grief. There were none to console her. Over the weeks that followed, her hatred towards humans only grew. All the teasing, all the disgusted stares, and the abuse they dealt when she drew too close. The more she thought about that, and the past she'd become aware of, the less she tolerated being bullied by the other animals. Eventually, she snapped.

One night, while out hunting for mice, a small group of cats cornered her with the intention of tearing off her extra leg. At first, she hadn't been able to do anything. They pinned her down and pulled at the extra limb. The pain, the anger, and the grief she'd endured up till that point became a toxic mix of emotions. Before she was aware of what she was doing, the taste of blood was heavy in her mouth, and one of the cats that had cornered her was nearly dead at her feet. Not only that. The half dead cat was missing his font leg. In a blind moment of rage, pain, and grief, Felicity had demonstrated her true strength. She ripped her attackers leg clean off of him- but by the looks of his body, it had not been an easy feat. The discarded limb was broken in more than one place, and it had taken a long strip of the cats flesh with it upon removal. The cat did not last the night. He bled to death, and cursed her name as he passed. Everything changed for Felicity after that night.

The other strays began to fear her. Her siblings, while willing to trust her at first, eventually became hesitant of being around her. In the end, she was cast away. She left the town of her own free will, and in doing so she left behind all that made her what she was. Her place of birth, her place of growth, her place of memory. All of it was left. The only things she retained her her hatred of humans, and her hatred of being teased about her deformities. From that point on, she was no longer a stray. She was a feral, Bengal cat- and it was for the better. In the wild, she found her peace. There was an abundance of food. Mice, birds, fish- anything she could hope to catch, and it tasted better than anything she'd hunted in town. There were no fences for her extra leg to get caught on. Few animals questioned her deformities. If anything, those who pointed them out seemed to praise her. To them, surviving with the abnormalities was nothing but proof of strength.

She was wild, she was free of her past, and she was respected. That was everything she had longed for. Or, so it had seemed. In time, she began to grow lonesome. She had no friends, and no family. There were few who spoke to her, because as it was they had no real interest in a wild cat. That only changed when they were looking for what they'd assumed would be an easy meal. She longed for companionship. For only a friend if the world could not be kind enough to offer a mate. This, was where she came to learn how compassionate nature could be. There came a night while she was out for a hunt. A night where she wandered unexpectedly close to a human settlement hidden deep within the forest. Her hatred towards humans had her turning tail to leave the moment she spotted it, but as she turned to flee she was confronted by the cat that lived there. Her initial response to him had been one of hatred and disgust. He was a house cat. He lived with humans, the bane of her existence.

However, fate seemed to have other plans. She avoided the human area but still hunted in the land. The food was good and plentiful and the weather was more to her liking. Still, she bumped in to the “Pet” every now and again, and as this went on she became less and less spiteful towards him. Namely because he seemed to view her as an ordinary cat. He didn't comment on or even seem to notice her deformities. The one incident that led to them getting into a fight, ended with them on seemingly equal grounds- and he hadn't even made a move to grab at her extra limb. A strange respect formed between them, and as time progressed eventually they seemed to develop something of an odd friendship. There were nights they'd simply sit together and talk. He tended to speak about his companions, but didn't seem bothered by her bitter responses. He seemed understanding of her hatred, and did not push for her to get past it. He was fine with her as she was, which was more than she could have asked for.

Needless to say, friendship quickly becomes more when two people get along as well as Felicity, and Grinny as he called himself, seemed too. They became mates, and she stuck near him despite how much she hated humans. Those he lived with were unaware of her existing as far as she knew, because she never went near to them and none ever ventured out to find her. If he went some place with them, she did what she could to follow- even if it meant taking refuge in something mad made to be transported with him. Loyalties are strong after all- and it made her happy, being able to travel to new places without having to leave him behind. In nature, loves are genuine even if short. If its likewise for mankind, Felicity does not know or care. She has Grinny, she has her freedom. She needs nothing else to be satisfied with her way of life.

Description
Donno if there's anything fan-made with Felicity, 's cat OC (Mate to Grinny the cat), but I had the urge to write something of this sort.
Note: This is a FAN-MADE origin story, meaning its my interpretation of Felicity's origin based on the background information given by the creator. Anyone in the story aside from Felicity, is either mine (Created for the story) or owned by someone else. Thank you.
~~~~~~~~-~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

People, are capable of some of the cruelest things. Crueler than nature even. Nature, will overlook deformities if able. In the case of a newborn, crossbred kitten, humans were the ones who would condemn death. She was born late in the night, under the watchful eye of her Asian-Leopard father. Blind, deaf, and helpless, she was unaware of what all around her saw. Her mother, a typical white and gray house cat, was skeptical of her. Initial responses of animals can seem cruel- but the reality of it is otherwise. The young kitten's mother's first instinct was to kill her, but not out of hate. Out of pity. She, wasn't right. The newborn bore an extra limb, and a second muzzle growing from the side of her face. She was deformed, and in a world as harsh as the one they lived in, that was usually a death sentence. To kill her seemed like a kindness. A means of preventing the harsh ways of the world from beating down on the infant kit.

The house cat forced her jaws wide and closed her eyes to deal the blow, but it was the kittens father who kept that fatal bite from being dealt. He snatched the infant away, gently, and eyed her intently. He knew the cruel world better than the mother did. Of six perfectly healthy offspring, she was the one born different. An extra leg and muzzle, but other than that, as healthy and able as the rest. He protected her then and there, and coaxed his anxious mate into accepting her deformed offspring.

“Judge this little one not by shape, but by spirit... Look.. She mewls and seeks your comfort.. She's as strong and lively as the rest, if not more... Keep her. Raise her. Be the light of this dark and heartless world..” His words were noble, and heartfelt as he spoke to his mate, who in turn calmed and let the kitten near enough to nurse. True to the father's judgment, the deformed kitten behaved no differently than her siblings, and she showed the same vigor as she nursed. There was a genuine love and care for her, the infant kitten born with a parasitic twin. She was given the name “Szansa”, meaning “Chance”, because they had given her the chance to survive and prove that she was as fit and able as the rest of their offspring. Granted, the cruelty of humans soon ensured the house cat and her leopard mate would never get to see if their young, deformed kitten would grow into the strong cat they'd given her the chance to become. When you're someones pet, keeping offspring hidden is impossible.

Not even a week had passed before the house cat's owner came across “Szansa”. As one might expect, they were not pleased to find one of their hybrids deformed. They took the helpless kitten from her parents- the white and black house cat named Winter, and the Asian Leopard called Chase. The cold hearted person carried the crying kit outside, and dropped her in the first dumpster they came across. Alone, cold, and helpless, “Szansa” cries met the sky. She did not know her mother was not near. Did not know, at that time, that she had been condemned to death by the human who had otherwise been her owner. The blind and death kitten knew nothing aside from the cold air, and her longing for her mothers warmth. In the end, nature proved to be more merciful on the deformed kitten than mankind was. The night prior, a stray cat had taken refuge beneath the dumpster to have a litter of kittens of her own. The stray, Amber, was unable to stand the screams of the orphaned kit trapped in the dumpster.

She could not leave a baby to die- not screaming the way young “Szansa” was. She rescued the trembling infant from the depths of the trash and took her beneath the dumpster. She did note the infants deformities, but was unable to care. As it was, Amber was a deformed cat as well. She had been a pet, up until the accident that cost her a hind leg. Her owners had cast her off after that. Humans had shown her how cruel they were capable of being to the unfortunate. Thanks to that, the stray understood what the kitten would go through as she grew. Amber took “Szansa” in, and incorporated her into her small litter of kittens. The deformed kit became the forth of her children, and she showed her the same love and care she gave her true offspring. Alongside her new siblings, the kitten grew under the care of the kind stray cat who had taken her in. In time, she began to open her eyes. She became able to see the world, and hear the loving voice of her adoptive mother as she called to her.

“Felicity”. That was the name Amber gave her adopted kitten. A beautiful name with a beautiful meaning. A meaning of great happiness and joy. Joy that the old stray hoped the deformed kitten and her siblings would find in the world. Granted, such things tend to come after years of hardship and suffering. For Felicity, that was the way things played out. She was loved and accepted by the old cat which had taken her in. Her siblings, while somewhat judgmental of her odd appearance, truly cared for her. As for other cats, and the humans she came into contact with. Well, it was rare not to be made fun of or looked down upon. Any animal she met behaved coldly. She was judged for her deformities, and treated as if she were a mistake of nature. Sometimes, older, larger cats would get her cornered and try to “Fix” what was wrong with her. Meaning, they tried to remove her extra leg and muzzle. They did not understand the pain she felt when the leg was bitten and yanked.

Nor did they seem to care. Her mother and her siblings did what they could to console her after these traumatic experiences, but the pain would last for days. Having a limb that you could not move, but still felt- to Felicity, it was torture. The extra limb made it difficult to do things other stray cats had to do in order to get food. Fences were especially dangerous, because at times the fifth paw would get caught and she would have to hope someone could help her get free. Amber became extra watchful of her adopted offspring when it became apparent how easily she could get hurt. Felicity would have a lot to learn as she grew, and the old stray intended on being there to teach for as long as she was able. For two years, the stray was able to help her children learn the ways to survive. Still, the ways of life are cruel. There came a day where Amber didn't jump far enough while trying to reach a bird sitting atop windowsill. She fell around ten feet, but didn't land on flat ground. She landed atop a mail box.

The blow to her underside was enough to cause internal bleeding. Only a few hours after the incident, she passed away beneath the same dumpster she'd raised her kittens beneath. Felicity and her siblings were devastated- and what was worse. In her last hours of life, Amber confessed to the deformed young cat that she was not her real mother. She told the tale of how a human had put thrown her into the dumpster as a kitten, and of how she'd taken her in and raised her. Felicity learned the truth of who she was, and lost the cat she called mother. This left her with no one to turn too. Her siblings did not understand, and they could not understand her grief. There were none to console her. Over the weeks that followed, her hatred towards humans only grew. All the teasing, all the disgusted stares, and the abuse they dealt when she drew too close. The more she thought about that, and the past she'd become aware of, the less she tolerated being bullied by the other animals. Eventually, she snapped.

One night, while out hunting for mice, a small group of cats cornered her with the intention of tearing off her extra leg. At first, she hadn't been able to do anything. They pinned her down and pulled at the extra limb. The pain, the anger, and the grief she'd endured up till that point became a toxic mix of emotions. Before she was aware of what she was doing, the taste of blood was heavy in her mouth, and one of the cats that had cornered her was nearly dead at her feet. Not only that. The half dead cat was missing his font leg. In a blind moment of rage, pain, and grief, Felicity had demonstrated her true strength. She ripped her attackers leg clean off of him- but by the looks of his body, it had not been an easy feat. The discarded limb was broken in more than one place, and it had taken a long strip of the cats flesh with it upon removal. The cat did not last the night. He bled to death, and cursed her name as he passed. Everything changed for Felicity after that night.

The other strays began to fear her. Her siblings, while willing to trust her at first, eventually became hesitant of being around her. In the end, she was cast away. She left the town of her own free will, and in doing so she left behind all that made her what she was. Her place of birth, her place of growth, her place of memory. All of it was left. The only things she retained her her hatred of humans, and her hatred of being teased about her deformities. From that point on, she was no longer a stray. She was a feral, Bengal cat- and it was for the better. In the wild, she found her peace. There was an abundance of food. Mice, birds, fish- anything she could hope to catch, and it tasted better than anything she'd hunted in town. There were no fences for her extra leg to get caught on. Few animals questioned her deformities. If anything, those who pointed them out seemed to praise her. To them, surviving with the abnormalities was nothing but proof of strength.

She was wild, she was free of her past, and she was respected. That was everything she had longed for. Or, so it had seemed. In time, she began to grow lonesome. She had no friends, and no family. There were few who spoke to her, because as it was they had no real interest in a wild cat. That only changed when they were looking for what they'd assumed would be an easy meal. She longed for companionship. For only a friend if the world could not be kind enough to offer a mate. This, was where she came to learn how compassionate nature could be. There came a night while she was out for a hunt. A night where she wandered unexpectedly close to a human settlement hidden deep within the forest. Her hatred towards humans had her turning tail to leave the moment she spotted it, but as she turned to flee she was confronted by the cat that lived there. Her initial response to him had been one of hatred and disgust. He was a house cat. He lived with humans, the bane of her existence.

However, fate seemed to have other plans. She avoided the human area but still hunted in the land. The food was good and plentiful and the weather was more to her liking. Still, she bumped in to the “Pet” every now and again, and as this went on she became less and less spiteful towards him. Namely because he seemed to view her as an ordinary cat. He didn't comment on or even seem to notice her deformities. The one incident that led to them getting into a fight, ended with them on seemingly equal grounds- and he hadn't even made a move to grab at her extra limb. A strange respect formed between them, and as time progressed eventually they seemed to develop something of an odd friendship. There were nights they'd simply sit together and talk. He tended to speak about his companions, but didn't seem bothered by her bitter responses. He seemed understanding of her hatred, and did not push for her to get past it. He was fine with her as she was, which was more than she could have asked for.

Needless to say, friendship quickly becomes more when two people get along as well as Felicity, and Grinny as he called himself, seemed too. They became mates, and she stuck near him despite how much she hated humans. Those he lived with were unaware of her existing as far as she knew, because she never went near to them and none ever ventured out to find her. If he went some place with them, she did what she could to follow- even if it meant taking refuge in something mad made to be transported with him. Loyalties are strong after all- and it made her happy, being able to travel to new places without having to leave him behind. In nature, loves are genuine even if short. If its likewise for mankind, Felicity does not know or care. She has Grinny, she has her freedom. She needs nothing else to be satisfied with her way of life.