It was a cold, rainy day. Water droplets fell fast from the clouds in the sky to the earth below, creating puddles and mud every where the water hit. Every creature in the forest was burrowed into the ground to stay warm and dry from the rain, including a she cat and her kit.

   The she cat wrapped her long, fluffy tail around her kit to keep her kit warm and dry. The kit mewled as she burrowed into her mother's warm belly. The mother purred a soft, soothing purr, to help her kit fall asleep.

   It worked temporarily, but didn't last long as the kit mewled at her mother.

   "I see your awake, my little Storm." She said, looking at Storm with loving eyes. She squeaked in  response. The mother chuckled. "I remember when you were born. It was a rainy day, just like this one," She began. "I remember trying to think of a name for you, but the rain was so loud all I could think about was the storm outside. So I decided that that would be your name." She concluded.

   Storm yawned, and snuggled into her mother's belly again. Her mother sighed contently. "I remember when I was a kit, my mother told me stories of how cats in large groups formed clans." She continued. "There, everyone would have a specific purpose, in order to help the clan, all while trying to survive." She finished, looking at her now sleeping kit.

   She licked her kit's head. "I don't know if those stories were true or not, but who knows." She pondered for a moment. "Maybe someday, you'll find out. In the meantime, you will be here with me, my little Storm."