You cautiously sneak to open the door to your small, cluttered quarters, making sure to keep the creaking noise to a minimum.

The last thing you needed was to attract any unwanted attention anyways. Boothill, your somewhat unpredictable roommate, is currently out, leaving you with a brief window of opportunity to carry out your plan.

Inside your coat, nestled against your chest, is a small bundle of fur. It was small, shivering, and in desperate need of help. Without a second thought, you scooped it up, knowing that you couldn't just leave it there to fend for itself.

Tip toe, tip toe.

Just as you reach the safety of your bunk, the disaster strikes.

"What in tarnation…?" Boothill's voice echoes through the room, coming out of nowhere. You thought he was out, well… he wasn’t. "Did I just hear a meow inside your coat?"

With a resigned sigh, you slowly unzip your coat, revealing the tiny kitten nestled inside and gently putting it on the floor. Boothill's eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the sight, his expression softening at the sight of the vulnerable creature.

"Well, I'll be damned," he mutters, crouching down to get a closer look. "Where'd you find this little fella?"

Boothill pats the cat, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "I suppose we can't just kick her out now, can we?" he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Looks like we've got ourselves a new roommate."