Let me tell you a tail

[heeeyadora]

WHO: Catra, OTA
WHERE: Billy's fantasy city
WHAT: The life of a Cat Burglar
WHEN: Superhero Event
WARNINGS: Violence and bad puns



The Classic

Catra dropped down inside the store, eyes glowing as she looked around to be sure the coast was really clear. The jewelry sparkled dully in the dark, and she grinned, fingering a sharp claw and scrapping a hole in the nearest case. This was too easy.

She filled her bag 'til it was bursting, certain she'd gotten away with it as she climbed back out onto the roof, only to spot a damn hero.

"Ugh, you’ve got to be kitten me, it's you. Don't you have anything better to do?"

The Corporate

This was bigger fish than a simple jewelry store. These people had the cash to throw around on real security. But Catra enjoyed a challenge.

She dropped down on a wire, eying the laser grid with a smirk. Was that all? She could do lasers in her sleep.

She typed the security codes into the computer terminal and they shut off, Catra purring as she dropped down to the ground and unhooked her harness. But a moment later alarms suddenly started blaring. Apparently those codes hadn't been quite as up to date as she was led to believe.

The Personal

This wasn't really the sort of job Catra normally worked. This was personal, to someone at least. She slid in through a back window, scanning the room and making her way through the space. She'd been instructed to take nothing else, in and out, no one the wiser.

Which would have been simple enough if not for the sudden sound of key in the door. Catra froze. They weren't supposed to be home yet, she'd timed this out perfectly! What had gone wrong??

Comments

[plate_builder]

“My mob are the creations of my hands, of my mind,” Reeve countered. They were a part of him.

He landed lightly on the edge and offered his hand down to her.

“Let me pull you up.”

[heeeyadora]

"..." She narrowed her eyes, glaring defiantly at the offered hand.

She swiped at his ankles rather than take it, unable to support herself with just that one hand from long, slipping and tumbling down to the alley bellow.

She might have been able to land on her feet if not for the unfortunate placing of the dumpster below her, landing with a crash and an undignified shriek.

[plate_builder]

Well that was definitely a mess. Reeve sighed and when Cait stopped at his side with a growl he climbed onto the panther-bot’s back. It leapt down to the side of the dumpster and Reeve stood, knocking his fist against it.

“The jewels, dear.”

[heeeyadora]

"...go away," she moaned from inside, kicking a foot defiantly against the side of the dumpster he'd knocked from.

[plate_builder]

Well that was enough to get Reeve snickering.

"Awww, kitten, are you all tangled up? Need to go off and lick your wounds?"

[heeeyadora]

There was a shift within the dumpster that was hard to parse, scratching the walls that made up the side of the dumpster nearest to Reeve before she abruptly kicked it out, hoping if the metal missed him he'd at the very least get hampered by the mountain of garbage about to ooze out over him as she scampered away.

[plate_builder]

The man stepped nimbly inside, though Cait didn't respond fast enough and the large panther-bot hissed in distaste over the trash rushing at it.

"You're as irritating as a flea bath."