The White Cat

Chapter 1: Catnip

I blinked and stared at the gray-wash ceiling of my bedroom when I had woken, feeling the silken sheets beneath me. I sighed before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, wondering why my alarm clock hadn't rung yet or if it was ever going to ring.

There are times I turn it off when I come home from evening patrols; sometimes even Plagg turns them off. I sighed. Thanks to these late night Akumas, I haven't been sleeping as well as I should be. I yawned, my body sore from last night's attack.

Hawkmoth was the one who sends out the purple-black butterflies out to Akumatize people who feel negative emotions. Ladybug and I try to stay positive so it won't happen to us. We also don't know who Hawkmoth was but that doesn't stop us from doing our job. I'm usually the one to remain behind to search while Ladybug is always in a rush to get home after a fight. Which frustrates me, but I never tell her that. I linger behind, not too eager to return to my life.

I followed the butterfly one time to see where it would go. I just ended up following it all around Paris. I even started playing with it when the sun started to rise. I was glad Ladybug wasn't there to see me do it. She would've made fun of me.

I glanced at my clock on the nightstand beside my bed. I froze, staring at it before feeling my eyes widen. It was close to noon. Is that really the time?! I sat up with a start, never looking away.

With a cry, I darted out of bed, my soft blanket easily tangling about my legs and causing me to land face flat on the floor. I groaned and rubbed my nose as I looked up in time to see a cat-like Kwami smack into the floor. The Kwami exclaimed in surprise from the impact. He propped himself up, blinking in surprise before he growled and glowered at me. His large green eyes narrowing while the whisker on his cheeks twitched irritably.

I ignored him as I freed myself from my bedding. I must've turned my alarm off when I came home from the attack this morning. I growled softly under my breath as I tugged my clothes onto my body when freed. Dad is going to yell at me when he finds out. Plagg floated upward while I struggled to pull my shoes on. I gave a strangled cry when I lost my balance and tumbled to the shale floor.

"One would think you would have better balance since you are now pretty much a cat." Plagg laughed.

"Shut up." I growled and glared at him once I sat up. It has come to a point where I believed I was a cat trapped in a humanoid body . . . depending on what mood I'm in. There are times I enjoyed the feeling of being part cat . . . Any way; It was hard for me to resist the cat urges as myself but even harder as Cat Noir. There has been a few times where I had almost, almost pounced on my own tail. Ladybug has caught me more than once watching it with interest when catching our breaths during patrol.

Cats are not supposed to chase their tails. I did once. Ladybug started laughing at me. I felt so humiliated. When I had returned home, I looked up to see if cats chase their tails. Yep, some of them do. Wonderful, isn't it?

I also have to deal with my fingernails. Yes, my fingernails. No matter how many times I trim them. They grow back to being half an inch long— from cuticle to claw tip —so quickly I've given up trimming them; and, they don't break either. There have been a few times where I thought I broke a nail only to have my hopes drop. I have already gotten in trouble a few times for my long nails. There's nothing I can do about it. At least I have weapon that can't be taken away. Hehe . . .

Plagg says it's from being Cat Noir. Of course my nails are longer when I am my alter ego but that's ok.

Then there are my canines. They are sharper than normal and just a tad longer. Another benefit from being Cat Noir. Yay . . . I have been called out on it before; but, luckily they believed the excuse I made. Nino didn't believe me and neither does Ayla but they haven't brought it up again, thankfully.