an emeowgency
What do you name five cats that have crowded at your feet...? Konoha can’t for the life of him think of an answer. He’s been staring at the stray felines for about ten minutes and not a single name has popped into his head. Crouching down and scratching behind a pure black one’s ears, as it nuzzles his palm in satisfaction the white-haired boy frowns.
“I wonder what I should call you...”
As if to answer his prayers, the sound of footsteps draws closer despite the somewhat secluded alleyway the teen has found himself in. Six heads--the cats’ and Konoha’s--collectively peer up at their new addition. Can this man help him...?
Swiftly scooping up all the cats, all five of them, Konoha rushes towards the nearby passerby.
“Hello. Can you help me name these cats?”
excaliose