Fluffy had been restless, always restless as a small kitten and as an adolescent cat. He lived a few lives of crime before, but all were hot and heavy, and he never managed to settle anywhere really. As he follow his previous owner Michael_Corleone to the city of Angels he finally found a place he felt at home. He often crept up the Hollywood Heights behind all the house of studio executives, high paid actors and all those who could only get a small foot in the door in Hollywood in their little shared condos or apartment buildings nestled in the mids of all the concrete.

No, he wouldn't settle for an alley cat life, he had always gazed up to the sky, at daytime but mostly at nighttime. Marvelled at the stars and their idiosyncrasies between them. Lying there on the large flat roofs of big mansions of the wealthy and famed, basking in the heat of the still warm buildings, he pondered on what his destiny would be. He knew he'd needed to have a good life, an important life to afford a stellar mansion, full of people he could commandeer around but also with trusted friends, people he'd not have to bite ankles off in order to make them do anything useful. Yet, what could a small feline achieve on his own, despite his ferociousness, people seemed to rather want to cuddle and stroke him, damn his majestic fluff he thought! But as he started to plan, something mysterious, perhaps serendipitous, took over. As if guided by an unknown force, he jumped off the fence he was perched on and he followed his feline instincts. After walking for hours, he found himself in an seemingly abandoned courtyard of a run-down apartment complex, full of dodgy looking characters. As he hid in the shadows, he knew somehow something important was going to happen to him, so he waited patiently. 

Not long after a woman left her apartment, banged the door and locked it tightly with 3 different keys. She had the sheen of a mad woman, but Fluffy sensed this was the person fate was directing him towards. As he followed the lady, who seemed to be muttering to herself in a hushed voice. But as he drew nearer, he realized she was somehow talking to a Cork??? Fluffy knew 2 footers were crazy at times, but this lady seemed double that. But as he got in her sight, she smiled at him and waved him nearby. As she spoke to him somehow he knew what she meant, as he realized she was someone he had met in another lifetime and decided to trust her. She introduced herself as Aqua_Tofana, a spinster with a special talent, she would go over bodies to achieve what she wanted and Fluffy knew he'd be able to make great use of her talents. Curiously, he pawed at the cork to indicate he wanted to know more about it. She recultantly told the story of her dear mother being gunned down, but that this was her lucky cork and he had kept her safe in many shootouts and perhaps too adventurous poison making instances. This was a magical cork, in reality it was a soul trapped by an evil witch and she had been communicating with the soul who told many interesting stories of old. Like a tree stump, he had many lines of experience and his cork had touched many a liquid that couldn't even be drunk in a lifetime by any 1 man. Intrigued, but deferring, Fluffy pushed back the cork to the lady he knew not to mess with either of them. As he explained his hopes and dreams, but also his plan to turn star gazing into a profitable business. E.g. many tourists came to Hollywood to meet the movie stars, they quickly decided on a get rich quick plan and save up for the biggest mansion set on the hilltop for them to build up a notorious operation that would easily get them into places of influence, wealth and who knows perhaps in a blockbuster movie!

As they sat out to work on their plan, the fluffy cat decided to take another nap, then buy the deeds of a fixer upper that would work as a temp hq and have Cork lead it, for he had some connections with studio owners. He was the cork needed, a so-called master cork. He'd fit on each bottle, but never broke, tore or crumbled. This has given him so much repute he'd be on each set backstage, and many a gorgeous movie star had handled him once or twice. So as long as he could get some revenue stream in, the cat and the old lady would slash some throats, con some idiots and recruit some extra muscle. 

A few weeks later, the plan had worked out wonderfully and several million dollars had been earned and the mansion of choice was bought from the owner, who was given a low value for the property or the prospect of a beverage 'to die for'. He easily accepted the former, and the Stargazers of Hollywood was founded!

It seemed like an eternity ago when Fluff as a barely adolescent kitty had bought the deeds of an excellent mansion back in Hollywood. He remembered the pride he felt on that day, how wonderful his naps had been on that roof, basking in the sun. But as always times were never easy, simple or calm and a lot of events had occurred since.

He had built up a great relationship with the roudy neighbor of his, some astronaut or whatever those nerds at the space agency called themselves. But he did seem to be keen on breaking rules, which was why he often met Fluff on the rooftop getting drunk as a skunk or high as a kite, depending on the supply of the day. He smirked at SpaceCowboy, the two leaders had always had a natural understanding and liking of each other, and sometimes a glance or a flick of Fluff’s tail was enough to send a message. It had been a while since they both had sat down when news came of their support in taking down a group of leaders and associates of proper standing. He nodded to SpaceCowboy, they knew it was the right thing to do and honor the persons who gave them their current standing. Even if that meant shooting someone they had partial loyalty as well, leading one of the districts in the city of LA as well. Not long after the 1st flurry of shots were taken, with a few that went stray and did not hit their marks, all those who had been planning things to the detriment of Hollywood, Pasadena and the East Coast were slain.

Shortly after Fluff had a meeting with his Pasadena based friend, they decided that LA would have to grow, and their sister city of LV would need proper leadership as well. So Fluff set out east to talk to both the leaders of NY and PH and get them to sign off on the responsibility of himself and SC to divide up the entire west coast based on their best judgement.

With that message he again went back to Hollywood for another of his long enjoyable naps and sent word to his friend to come up to the rooftop for 1 big last meeting. He knew his friend was very attached to LA as his home, and fluffy had been a wanderer for most of his life. Yet he would miss so much his beloved part of LA, but he had been expanding his operations and perhaps Sin City could be the next step for him. So shortly after and with few words but just a comfortable silence between them, it was decided. SC would run LA as a whole, authorizing his close friends to keep order with him and the Fluff set out to LV.

Using the little outpost he had set up as a business not long ago, he quickly took reign from the smoking rumble that were the LV crime hqs. Setting up his operations in the middle of the budding part of town The Strip he sent word to his senior officers and had a sit down where he did most of the talking, sometimes Aqua_Tofana would chip in for some logistical details and such, but it was the Fluff’s show today.

Well Gordon_Ramsay, you already had a hq back in Hollywood and somehow managed to not burn it down, so you get to keep it and make sure Summerlin is not turning into a fucking idiot sandwich again!! Now, Cork you have been enjoying a smooth ride so far, only setting up a little operation to keep things afloat, but i know those old legs are sturdier than you make us believe they are. You are now going to set up in Paradise, make sure you don’t lose the hq keys on your way over there. We got big plans for you, your 1st mission is to establish a HQ and then improve your street creds so we can have you walk up to the house on the hill in no time and make sure the old fart goes into retirement!

Fluff sighed, this was too much talking he wanted a nice meal, growled at Gordon who knew the boss and took his leave. Cork got up, poured the Fluff a pleasant mineral water and made cocktails for Aqua, himself and Gordon who would arrive shortly with dinner. Life was good!