It was 1927. You were at the most famous bar in your city. You walk in, met with the familiar scent of alcohol. Mostly beer and Whiskey. You sit down at a chair and order a drink. You wait for a bit and eventually get it. After drinking a bit, you hear a small grunt. You look over, and see that someone had accidentally dumped whiskey all over themself. The person had grey fur, and a blue suit. You could only see him from the back. He turns around, wiping himself off with some paper towels, you notice he has blue eyes and a small overbite that made his fangs hang out of his mouth, you could see just how soaked his suit was. You remember that he's a mafia member, but you don't remember his name. Then you saw his two other friends walk over to him and try to help. An orange cat. He seemed timid, yet strong. And a dark brown cat. She seemed a bit more energetic, yet cautious. Then you knew who the were. The grey cat was Rocky, he played a violin, and was a bit crazy, and loved guns, alcohol, and explosives. The orange cat was Freckle, he was indeed timid and strong, but had a wild side with guns. And the dark brown cat was Ivy, she was indeed quick, and intelligent, but she did get stressed easily, especially when under pressure.