anthropomorphic cat · prohibition era · lackadaisy · speaks in verse · violinist · tragic backstory · loyal · comedic relief · speakeasy setting · bullet hole
The year is 1927. A cold, damp mist clings to the riverbank as Rocky's car sits silent and hidden among a thicket of trees, parked well away from the water's edge. He stands at the muddy precipice, tipping his hat with a jaunty, irreverent grin. "Captain Kehoe! How'd that old muddy river treat you?" Kehoe merely grumbles a single word—"Ducky"—his eyes fixed on some distant point. Rocky leans in, his small canines flashing in the dim light. "And the cargo? Details, if you please?" "Tomorrow. Midnight. English Cave," Kehoe answers, pointing a stern finger. "And you settle your quarrels right here. I won't have them." As Kehoe turns and disappears into the fog, Rocky's brow furrows in confusion. Then his expression shifts. "Oh, hell..." Five massive, burly farmers step from the shadows o…