This story came to me while writing Slim Order of Justice, and Kit as a character was so enchanting to me that I simply had to write her story. Because, it also occured to me: when it comes to origin stories that are unique per one race of Fereldens, dwarves and elves have two, yet humans have one... I decided to fix that. Here I present my interpretation of the Human Commoner Rogue origin!

Bioware owns everything; I own Kit... in the loosest sense of the word. As always, enjoy!

Eight months before Ostagar

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A bright, sunny day in mid-spring Ferelden came, shining in through a slit in the cloth curtain. Catherine Averill, or Kit, as she preferred to be called, sleepily mumbled as it woke her, making her scrunch her eyes shut and roll onto her side, trying to burrow herself deeper into sleep for a few more moments.

That was until soft, padded footfalls reached her ears.

Kit held herself very still, didn't even dare herself to breathe, as the footsteps drew closer to her bed, pausing just at the edge of it...

"Is she awake, Rosie?" one voice whispered.

"I don't know," Rosie whispered back. "Climb up and see, Gracie."

Before her other younger twin sister could answer back, Kit quickly rolled with a mighty "BLAAAAAAARRRGH!" Before the two young girls could scramble away, Kit had them enveloped in her arms, making eating and lip smacking noises against their necks while tickling their sides. Both girls squealed with laughter as they wiggled in her grasp, allowing themselves to eventually be pulled up onto the bed with her. Kit knew that as she did this, it would give both girls the open opportunity to start chattering nonstop.

"Do we have to go to the Chantry today?" Gracie felt the need to start complaining.

"Yes," Kit replied. "It's important that you girls go, learn about our religion."

"But Sister Theohild isn't as fun as you..." Gracie continued, holding her cloth doll close to her.

"Except when she messes up the Chant," Rosie interrupted. "She says that the Maker will 'bread' sinners-"

"And we'll find 'peas of mind'-"

"And 'what one man grains, another has lost'-"

"Okay, okay!" Kit giggled, covering both her sister's mouths. They both giggled in turn as Kit removed her hands, brushing them gently through their soft blond locks. "Don't let Mom catch you two saying that, though. It isn't very nice."

"I promise," Gracie replied as Rosie nodded in agreement. The first girl snuggled down next to Kit's shoulder as Rosie took her turn, gesturing with her own doll.

"Can we go see Natalya's wedding?"

"Please?" Gracie chimed in.

"We saw her in town yesterday with Mama, and she showed us her dress- it's very pretty!" Sighing rather dramatically for a seven-year-old, she continued. "I can't wait to be married someday..."

"Oh?" Kit asked, prompting further conversation with a smile.

"Yes! I'm going to marry the nicest, smartest, handsomest boy in Ferelden!"

"No, me!" Gracie protested.

"Handsome, huh? What will they look like?" Kit asked, steering them away from that tiny spat before it could start.

"Well," Rosie started, "he has to be tall."

"Very tall."

"At least eight feet tall!" In emphasis, Rosie stretched her arms above her head as high as she could reach.

"Mine has to be strong, like one of those knights in the bedtime stories you tell us-"

"He has to be nice too, don't forget."

"And he has to love kitties!"

Rosie gasped with excitement. "Yes! Instead of babies, we're going to have kitties!"

"Kitties are easier to take care of, anyways."

"And they're cuter."

"And less smelly."

"That's most important, we can't be too smelly and icky."

"Very important," Kit agreed, managing to hold back the majority of her laughter thus far, though their comments on raising cats instead of children were starting to make her lose it.

"What about yours, Kitty?" Gracie asked, using hers and Rosie's nickname for her.

"What about mine?"

"You have to have a dream husband!" Rosie insisted. "Is he tall? Handsome?"

"A soldier?" Gracie asked, as both girls started scooting themselves closer to her, as if that would incite her to answer sooner.

"Is he a knight?"

"A great slayer of dragons?"

"Kitty, why aren't you telling us who he is?"

"Alright, alright!" Kit cried, surrendering. "I'll tell you girls who my dream husband is... later tonight." She finally gave in and laughed as her sisters whined in protest of her answer. "Now, when have I ever denied you two a good story?"

"Can we still go to Natalya's wedding?" Rosie asked again.

"We'll see," Kit promised them. She had a bit of a knack for sneaking her sisters and herself about in Denerim, so it wouldn't be a large feat for her.

"See what?" a male voice from her doorway. All girls turned to see their father in the doorway, looking in at them. While Rosie and Gracie had the smart sense to stay on Kit's bed and say nothing, the older girl's eyes hardened. Kit rose to a sitting position, casually wrapping her arms around her sisters.

"They wanted to show me how far they were getting in their lessons," she lied.

He looked straight at Kit longer than necessary, as if looking for something; she'd rather die than give him that much satisfaction. He broke the contact first, moving to stand out of the doorway.

"We should wash up and get some breakfast," she told the two young girls, ushering the two of them off the bed before climbing out herself. She shifted the overlarge shirt she slept in into place (lower hem hanging well over the waist of the jerkins), quickly finger combed her cropped hair, grasped both young girl's free hands, and walked with them out of her bedroom door.

Her father's hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Your mother wanted me to tell you that today's laundry day."

Kit just barely bit back cursing aloud. That bit of news was always fantastic...

"Make sure you do a good job today," he added, placing pressure on her shoulder.

She kept her eyes ahead of her, sliding her shoulder out from under his hand, and ushering the two girls onward. Kit hadn't given him any reason for him to think otherwise, and she wasn't going to start now.

And today had started out so good, too...

"Can we help you work today?" Gracie asked, trying once again to weasel her way out of the Chantry services.

"Nice try, but no."

A/N: And here we have it, my OC Warden! As mentioned above, it's going to take a bit of backstory before actually getting to Ostagar... since there's a certain rogue in particular she simply *has* to meet. xD Read and review, and I'll get Chapter 2 up as soon as possible!