Dec 29, 2016
@detectivenoire
🐾 He always liked cats. Even his transformation into Chat Noir that led him to be slightly more territorial was not enough to overcome that - he would remember walks with his hand in his mother’s, her soft voice telling him not to scare the small creatures off - ‘be gentle,’ she would laugh. ‘Maybe next time we can bring something for them.’
Chat Noir bounded down from the roof with careful, practiced movements, gasping softly at the sight of the furred cat. “What a cutie,” he grinned, slowly extending his hand. He should have known that nothing in this city was quite as it seemed, though.