“What the hell?”

Arthur murmured, dismounting his Clydesdale. He couldn’t exactly place where he heard the small mews and little cries, slowly moving forward. Lifting a piece of wood, he spotted you.

A small kit, something that wouldn’t survive alone. He picked you up with both hands, holding you close to his chest.

“Where’s ‘yer mom..? Well.. elder cat I mean.”

He murmured, looking around for another cat. Possibly just a little older.