Cat Noir Fanart Novels & Stories

No time to rest, no time to breathe—we were officially in the thick of it. The second kitten arrived with far less drama. This one came out wriggling and squawking, as if it had complaints about the lighting. A mess of black, orange, and cream swirled across its tiny body—classic tortie. Ofelia crouched next to me, eyes wide as she whispered, “Freya. She looks like her mama.”

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

"Whether in this life or in the past, your obsession is truly repulsive." She said, clicked her tongue. She then stroking that painting which was made in the 18th century. After being satisfied looking at the painting, the woman then put on her sunglasses, hiding her blue eyes that looked abnormal because her irises were like a crescent moon with very different shades of blue between the left and the right. She then crouched down, grabbed a silver cat who had been accompanying her. "Good boy," She said while stroking the cat's head with a smile that would dazzle the people who saw it.