Pocket Watches & Pumpkins [Catherine - Charity]

[3tawnystripe]

_{The night was a fine one, with the stars and huge moon twinkling brightly above like fireflies, illuminating the Kingdom's Courtyard in a shining white. Firelight flickered from the many campfires set up, cats hanging around them sharing tall-tales to scare the wits out of all of them. However Catherine, a social recluse, stayed away like a wallflower, literally lurking in the shadows, trying to be ignored as well as she could. And so far it was working, for no cat paid much attention to the red she-cat. Thankfully, of course, because she was a thief, and any one of these cats could've been a family she'd stolen from once upon a time. Catherine remained in the corner between two walls for a few minutes, until the familiar pang of hunger coursed through her body, and she left the amiable silence for the banquet table. Probably grabbing one of everything, she filled (or over-filled) her plate, and sat in a spare chair to finish her food. Breathing out with relief, the thief looked at some of the food. Could be better. But Catherine soon lost interest in it, and looked around the Courtyard. Maybe here, somewhere, there were some items of value to be taken, and put under her own name. Gold, silver, some ornaments, anything. Something to be traded for some money to get her through the oncoming winter. Catherine rose to her feet, and cautiously trotted around, casting glances here and there, searching for that glint in the moonlight that signified an expensive piece of jewelry.}

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Pulling a sharp green hat over her masked face, the she-cat slipped out of the stuffy Guest hall and padded into the cool air of the Court yard, tipping her hat to the nearest guard with a smile as their gaze met. Oh how this place made her fur bristle, being in the heart of the kingdom and surrounded by guards and nobles. However, knowing that for this night she could walk as if any other without being recognised made her keep a calm face and gave her a reason to act like nothing was wrong. Tonight was a night of ample opportunity. She was surrounded by guards and nobles, was she not? She could hear the music seeping out of the Ballroom, and the voices of laughter and screams in the Courtyard as cats gathered around camp fires, like moths to flames, as they told each other of stories and adventures with the intention of scaring the pelts off one another. Charity also heard a faint voice call her name in slight distress, but instead of turning to see who exactly was seeking for the thief in the crowd, she moved over to the shade, kept her feathered hat down low and examined the pocket watch she had stolen from the owner of the voice. A distraught looking tom, who the spotted she-cat had to admit was a good dancer, came bursting out of the guest hall, looking around before walking over to a couple guards. With a smirk the thief tucked the pocket watch onto the belt of her sheath and made sure to look as innocent as possible.

[3tawnystripe]

_{And a glint did she see. Out of the corner of her eye a vague glimmer of something expensive almost seemingly stored out of notice. Some cats just don't know how to hide their stuff, did they? Grinning childishly, the tabbied she-cat quietly slipped away, trying to avoid contact of anything with her dress in case it cause noises that'd give her away. For a moment Catherine paused, blinking, and inspecting this brown cat clothed in green and red, and then she carried on with her work. The ornament was hiding in her leg's sheath. How could she get it from there without being obvious? Ask for the time? Well, whatever works, I suppose. This dress is not at all... Convenient, Catherine slowly crept up on the right diagonal side of the spotted victim. In retrospect this probably wasn't the best thing I should've bought for this occasion. Reaching out, Catherine thought better of it, seeing all these faces around, and slung her arm around the shoulders of the stranger and howling loudly. "Hoo-eey, hey there new buddy," She withdrew only to take in a breath of chilly air before taking the stranger in a big, tight bear hug while talking at the speed of light. "My name is Ramsey, nice to meet you, hope we'll be the best of friends, honestly I do!" She used one hand to pat the cat on the back, the other to hold her close. "Say, friend, do you know the time? I've to be getting home around midnight, and I've had one to many drinks to see straight, y'no, wouldn't you mind telling?" In truth Catherine had had a drink once tonight, and had rather enjoyed it, but stayed more sober so she could concentrate on work. To make it more convincing she let out a loose, bubbly hiccup-sounding noise, and released the stranger cat from her iron grip, but keeping a hand on her shoulder for 'balance.'}

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] There was little warning for the thief as a sudden arm slapped onto her shoulders, making her cry out in panic that the guards had recognised her and were going straight for the kill. Yet in a few seconds her wide black pupils narrowed again to see that it was not a guard, or even a threat of any kind. With the ability to contain a growl, Charity could even smell the slightly soporific smell emanating from the she-cat and tried to step away, but it seemed the tipsy she-cat wasn't going to let go. Ginger party goer seemed to be talking a little fast for one who was supposedly drunk, but the spotted she-cat wasn't going to spend any longer then she needed around the dolt. “Time? Probably too late for you to recover your dignity.” She said with a slight smirk, though her ears twitched slightly. She didn't want to show off the pocket watch to strangers since it wasn't particularly hers, but if this she-cat was as drunk as she was acting, then few would listen to her yammering about a pocket watch. Reaching down to her sheath, she unwrapped the metal chain and brought it to her vision, clicking it open hesitantly before reading the time. “It's nearly 11, so I guess you can spend another hour drinking to your heart's content. Though you might need this hour to stumble home in time, or at least get their before dawn.” Her own amber eyes scanned the stranger, finding it funny that she also had a green dress, though hers had more of a sheen and life to it which matched the glittery life of the Gala, unlike her own dull green dress. She had been mistaken as a tom once that night thanks to the hat, then again that might of just been a very drunk she-cat as well. The masked thief had decided to stay away from all alchohol while in such high risk area, knowing that it would be smarter not to deafen any of her senses around the guards.

[3tawnystripe]

_{And before even Catherine knew it, as it all happened in a quick blur, the golden pocket watch was in hand, and the red tabby 'drunkenly' wiggled away from the huge party pooper spotted she-cat, humming and hiccuping as she went. "You are no - fun, missy, ligh-ten up!" Catherine meowed convincingly, tucking the thing into one of the great folds in her dress for the time being, later to be stored in her satchel she'd stashed behind a giant yellow flower pot inside the castle. "Thanks for the tim-e though, st-ranger. See ya 'ro-und." Once out of sight, Catherine hurried to a little corner of the Courtyard, revealing the watch and inspecting it after taking off her mask. The dress crinkling under her body, it was awfully uncomfortable to be dressed in. This sucks, Catherine moaned inwardly, rolling her eyes as she tossed the watch in her fingers daintily. Gold, pure gold. Wonderfully crafted, the seal of one of the guilds seemingly etched onto the front. Eyes alight with curiosity, she tuckered it back in her dress and stood, beginning to make her way back into the Kingdom's Castle in search for her satchel.}

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity narrowed her eyes as the drunken red she-cat pottered away, thanking her for the time before disappearing into the crowd. /Good riddance/ The masked cat thought, waiting till the other cat was fully out of sight before returning to what she was doing. What had she been doing? Looking for more victims to steal from of course. However something suddenly felt missing, and reaching down to her sheath she felt her trusted dagger there, but didn't feel the cold chain of the pocket watch. She swore she had placed it back there, but obviously the golden trinket had decided to wander off. /Or drunkly stumble off/. The spotted she-cat thought, her amber eyes glaring around in search for the thief. “I just got stolen off by a thief. A thief stealing from a bloody thief!” She grumbled to herself, determined not to let her first party souvenir to stay in the paws of another. /Am I going to steal it back or just call the thief out on it? I can't ask the guards to help when it isn't my watch to start with/. Then again if the guards were looking for a she-cat in a green dress, she could just pin the blame onto her. However, the Mokave almost found herself respecting the she-cat. She had been quite the good actor if she wasn't really drunk, and had managed to escape with the watch before Charity had realised herself. Maybe they could share tips. It would be interesting to know a fellow thief. Walking in the direction she had seen the 'drunken' she-cat disappear to, the shine of the green dress gave the other away. Indeed, Charity had chosen her dress for comfort and dull look, so that she could slip through a crowd or hide in the shadows if needed. While a stunning one like the red tabby wore was more suitable and would probably attract a few more toms, who needed attention when you were trying to be inconspicuous. Swaggering over to the black masked she-cat, the spotted thief flung her own arm over her shoulder and mewed cheerfully. “Hey, I was a little harsh earlier. Why don't we grab a drink together?” She kept a firm paw on the other's shoulder, and started steering her towards the table full of drinks off to one side of the courtyard.