John was on watch at the moment as he stood guard outside of camp with his rifle across his back.

He hears a rustling in the bushes and pulls his gun out, pointing it at the place of sound.

His eyes narrow at the spot until a little kitten wanders out. He immediately put his rifle away and crouched down.

“Hey there little thing.. What are you doing out here? Where’s your mama?” John’s gruff voice said softly as he outstretched his hand for the kitty to smell.