Little bird

Name: Little Bird

Nicknames: Birdie, Little one, Queen, Majesty 

Age: 50 Moons

Sexuality: Demisexual

Mate/Lover: Dog (Doggie) 

Rank: Queen 

Previous ranks: Loner

Backstory:

Little bird never belonged to anyone. From the moment she could crawl, she was a solitary soul, navigating the alleys and rooftops of Austin like a silent, smoky wisp. She wasn't unfriendly, but other cats seemed too loud, too needy. She preferred the company of the moon and the symphony of city sounds – the distant wail of sirens, the rhythmic hum of traffic, the territorial yowls echoing through the night.

One particularly harsh winter, hunger gnawed at Little bird's usual stoicism. Driven by desperation, she ventured into a part of the city she'd avoided – the abandoned amusement park on the outskirts. It was there, amidst the rusting skeletons of roller coasters and the faded grandeur of a forgotten funhouse, that she stumbled upon a secret.

A colony of cats, a dozen strong, thrived in the labyrinthine park. They were led by a magnificent tom named Dog. Battle-scarred and imposing, he had a regal air, his emerald eyes gleaming with a feral intelligence. The other cats, a motley crew of sleek black tabbies and ginger firecrackers, eyed Little bird with suspicion.

But Dog was different. He saw the hunger in her emerald eyes, a hunger that mirrored his own journey from scrawny stray to leader. He offered her a scrap of hard-won fish, a silent truce in the harsh reality of their existence.

Over the following weeks, a peculiar bond formed. Little bird, ever the loner, found herself drawn to Rhino's quiet strength. He, in turn, respected her independence, her ability to fend for herself. They'd patrol the park together, a silent, formidable duo. The other cats, initially wary, began to see Little bird as part of the pack.

One stormy night, huddled for warmth in the rickety funhouse, a flash of lightning illuminated a spark between them. It wasn't a fiery passion, but a steady ember, a mutual respect that blossomed into something deeper. From then on, Little bird wasn't just tolerated by the colony; she was their queen, the mate of their fierce leader.

Though Little bird never fully abandoned her solitary ways, she found a sense of belonging she never knew she craved. She was a loner, yes, but a loner who had found a home, a love as fierce and enduring as the wild spirit that burned within her.