Caticorn was going along minding her own magical business hunting mice in Las Vegas when some street punk named Johnny Knuckles stepped on her beautiful fluffy rainbow colored tail. She screamed out  as her claws wrapped around his leg racking his skin as he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and carried her off into the alley way.

Yeoww hiss fsht fsht hiss hiss

She continued to spat at him not feeling this human was worth any words. She gave him the mundane cat equivalent of fuck off you bloody bastard as he started to wrap his hands around her  small colorful  cat body.

Hey kid, what are you doing working my alleys? THIS IS MY TURF!

 She turned her cat face to the side as he began to squeeze the breathe from her small cat lungs she made panting breaths trying not to yeow out. She turned her head to the side trying to get some fresh air as  his breathe was atrocious it smelled like a dogs bed adding to her lose of breathe. Oh how could this human be alive with such rotten breathe she thought when suddenly she fell to the ground.

Once she revived from the sudden fall on the hard concrete ground she looked up see to a well dressed man smoking a large cigar . He was looking down at her as if to confirm some sort of appraisal he had been making.  Johnny Knuckles was no where to be seen all Caticorn saw was a what looked  liked a piss trail leading out of the alley way.

She was shocked when this formidably sized male who smelled of cigars spoke to her.  It wasn't that he spoke to her  humans often spoke to mundane cats as stupid as they were, it was what he said.

I apologize for Johnny Knuckles behavior. He isn't ever happy when someone shows him up. You know he has been trying  to get the rats out this neighborhood for years. You came along with  that glittery unihorn and your rainbow colored fur and have cleaned out at least half the problem already. Johnny is upset you showed him up.

Caticorn sat on her haunches and straighten several spots where her fur had been ratted by the rough handling from Johnny Knuckles as she listened to this humans apology. She didn't understand the ways of humans. Why would this human apologize for another humans behavior? She pondered for a brief moment as the large cigar smelling human continued to talk to her...

Thank you, ah Mister I don't your name.  Caticorn turned her slightly tilting her horn making the light shine down the shaft of its glitteriness sparkling in the light of the day.

 The man continued as if dismissing what Caticorn said in response so she licked her paw and sat cleaning her ears swiping the side of paw across the top her  head.  Two can play the  your not that important game she thought as she made it appear as if she only cleaning herself and not listening to the human.

 I want you to take over this corner and keep it rat free for me where Knuckles failed. He won't be happy I gave you this block it use to be his turf. That doesn't ,matter though as this is your block now.

 He lights his cigar as if this finalizes his decision as he turns and leaves the alley as quickly as he showed.

Go on Caticorn, you are gangster now, keeps these streets rat free.