Adrien turned into a black cat!
The sensation of the transformation was disturbing. It felt like his toes curled and his legs grew new joints, his arms and hands following closely behind them. His body shrunk and became lighter, the feline figure taking over his human form and forcing him on all fours. Fur had already begun to grow as soon as the process started, covering him head to toe with the black sea of silky darkness. His pupils slowly slitting in the noonday sunlight and his teeth grew sparse and sharp.
Once the involuntary transformation was completed, Adrien felt the need to stretch his body, pulling at the new cat muscles. Walking was a little weird to begin with, kind of like a drunk's wobble or a newborn child's first steps, but he got the hang of it soon enough. One major change was the tail.
Woah, he had a tail. That was new.
Suddenly he heard a voice, a female voice, a friend's voice. "Hey, little kitty, are you lost?"
Adrien turned his tiny body and looked up, his pure green eyes glimmering brightly as he silently pleaded for her assistance.
He smiled. It was his friend, Marinette, the lovely baker girl that helps everyone and everything. She wouldn't hurt a fly. He was sitting right outside her family's bakery, so she was dressed in her normal clothes but with a long white apron to match.
Marinette picked him up and held him to her chest, "And what's your name, then? You have a bell collar, oh, but no tag."
Adrien was started to get nervous now, she started to pat his back and she was getting a little too chummy. He loved his affectionate petting, but only from his lady and when he was in human form.
"Well, we'll have to name you then, shall we?" she said as she scratched the top of his head. As much as he didn't like the experience of being a miniature Chat Noir, did he ever love those head scratches. Like just the way she uses her nail to get into that one place, he could enjoy that for hours.
"Well, you could be named Chat Noir, but that would be too stereotypical for a fine creature like yourself."
She gave him a quick glance over, "Well, you are as black as Coal. But the fur on your back is so soft, therefore you need a softer name."
"Hmm," she mulled it over a little while she scratched him into ecstasy, "Coal - Fire - Ambers - Burning wood - Soot!"
She held him up to eye height and addressed him by his new name, "I'm going to name you Soot!"
Adrien gave an eye roll in his cat form.
"Oh come on! It is so sootable for you!"
