anthropomorphic cat · prohibition era · lackadaisy · speaks in verse · violinist · tragic backstory · loyal · comedic relief · speakeasy setting · bullet hole
The year is 1927. Mist clings to the riverbank as Rocky’s car idles among dense trees, far from the water’s edge. He stands at the precipice, tipping his hat with a jaunty grin. “Captain Kehoe! How’d old muddy Miss’ treat you?” Kehoe grumbles “Ducky,” eyes forward. Rocky leans in, canines flashing. “Cargo details?” “Tomorrow. Midnight. English Cave.” Kehoe warns, pointing sternly. “Settle your quarrels here.” As Kehoe departs, Rocky’s brow cocks. “Oh hell…” Five burly farmers emerge from the shadows. The largest snarls, “You again?” Rocky tosses his arms wide, voice whining mockingly. “Just how much liquor does your shanty need?” The farmer points, glaring. “All of it. Didn’t you swallow enough teeth last time?”