Claw Noir's stomach rumbled loudly. He had just finished patrol with Toxinelle, and was thinking about snacks. Well, usually Claw was thinking about snacks, when he wasn't thinking how pretty Marinette was.
Claw headed for the bakery, hoping to find Marinette and a delicious treat. Through the window of the bakery he could see Sabine and Tom kneeling on the floor while tiny things scurried around. Claw grinned, meowing hopefully. Had Marinette finally invested in wind-up mice? Claw walked in with a grin on his face. Peep! Peep! Peep! "Hello there, Claw Noir. Looking for a snack?" Sabine knew Claw well. "Um…" Claw didn't know what to think as fluffy little chicks crowded around his feet. "We're taking there of them for the day. I don't know where Marinette wandered off to though, she was supposed to buy more chicken feed." "I want to feed my belly. Then I could look for Marinette if you'd like." "Your so sweet. Here, you can choose from the egg cookies I made this morning."
Sabine brought out a tray of colorful looking cookies, all shaped like Easter eggs. That's right, tomorrow was Easter, and the annual egg hunt! Claw selected the pastel blue and pink cookie, and immediately starting munching. Mm, sugar, his favorite!
He was about to head out the door when the chicks all starting peeping, following him to the door. "Shoo, scat. Don't you know cats eat birds?" he growled, but he had to admit the yellow fluff balls were pretty cute. "Aw, that's cute, they think your their mother. If you take this bag of corn, they'll follow you everywhere. Claw smiled. "Er, I'm good. I'll go find Marinette now."
Claw shot away, heading past the park until he pasted the park. Why was there a giant colorful egg in the middle and with his sensitive cat ears he could hear the deafening sounds of snoring. He wandered into the park, and walked around the egg, tail swishing. There wasn't a giant chicken in there was there? He gave the egg a soft poke, giving a alarm meow has the thing cracked.
"Surprise, Happy Easter!" Claw leaped back in terror as Toxinelle "hatched" from the egg. "But-but….cockroaches aren't supposed to hatch from eggs!" he stammered, pointing with a shaky finger.
Toxinelle gave him a withering look as she held a napping chick in her hands. "If you would stop doodling me with love hearts all around, you'd know that cockroaches do hatch from eggs."
Claw made a face. "I don't want smarts, I just want cookies." He sighed, and perched on another egg. "Oh, your mother's looking for you." "I know. She sent out three hours ago, but I haven't slept in days. All that peeping." Claw grinned. "Heh, beats my meowing, right, Princess?" Toxinelle shot him a look.
"Anyway, I knew how to put the egg back together, so I hid out here for a nap." "Your a genius," Claw's eyes gleamed. "My turn next!" "Not so fast, Fleabag. I need help with my little charge here, and after I grab the food, I'm buying myself a coffee." "Yes, Cockroach."
Claw had learned something new today, but he was still convinced that cockroaches shouldn't hatch from eggs. At least they ones named Toxinelle.
