The small garden of blood red roses seemed to be flourishing after Sebastian had tended to them.

A small smirk of accomplishment comes across his lips, which soon faltered at the small sound of a meow from a kitten, fear laced in the barely heard noise.

Sebastian walks in the direction the noise came from, remembering how allergic his young master was to cats, but that quickly drifted away as he pulled the roses away slightly.

The sight before him was heart-renching, if he had a heart. The kitten was trembling because of both fear and the cold, dry bloat clotting in her (Hair Color) fur, her (Eye Color) eyes staring up at Sebastian.

She meows in fear before trying to scoot away from the black haired male. He reaches out, carefully grabbing the back of her neck to pull her into his embrace, "Hello little one. You must be lost."