We've a feral male cat on our farm, with actions and attitudes more like a small Lion on the prowl, He slinks and preys on rodents and birds, I've seen him leap four feet high, take out a small bird in mid flight.
Like any wild creature, he is completely indifferent to us. He does not wait outside my door seeking human provided food or passive affection like our other cats, he would rather hunt for his earned sustenance.
He sits or lays watching, on elevated ground or high places as Lions on African savannas do. He radiates an independent regal aloofness I can only admire and aspire to.
He is the only cat on the place without a given name, it seemed superfluous to his dignified and feral nature to call him by any silly made up human name.
Some creatures are just born wild and should never change. This no name feline is one of them.
His twin sister is a hunter, and part time opportunist too, not shy about taking food from humans, or a scratch behind the ear when offered. But then she is a female that's true. I just call out "Little Kitty" and believe it or not, she comes a running when I do. Becoming too tame for her own good.