Vengeance
Riverclan Warrior.
The large gray and white Norwegian Forest male was pacing back and forth as he was waiting at the gate. He was awaiting the feline that would help with his new heist mission. Since joining Riverclan, Vengeance had decided to ease on the heists since adapting to his new home would take some time and at least a bit of dedication and effort learning about the different culture compared to the one that he raised at the city. Letting out a small snort, his accomplice was going to be late, which would be a waste of time for his mission. His dark green olive eyes were narrowed, looking at the direction of Riverclan territory.
Vengeance was confident that Sorrelember would be on his case when he returned, but to be fair.. This heist was an item as a gift towards her.
It wasn’t until he heard a feline jumping over the fence, which caused Vengeance turning towards the direction of Hawkthorne. His feathery tail flicked back and forth in frustration. Where the hell did his contact find someone like her? Vengeance only hired her because word had been through the streets of a house cat that fought tooth and nail, just as he hoped. “One rule of heists, time is key.” Vengeance said. Turning his back towards her, he began padding towards the direction of the city. The tom could easily tell this little feline was a firecracker, slightly unstable.
“You’ll get your part of the payment through Leon, Any other questions?”Vengeance questioned, not caring if she actually had any. The main concern was the prized Ruby stone that was passed through every generation of a mobster family, The Ruby Wolves. “This item that we’re looking for, is a prized item that’s been passed down through each generation of the Red Wolves, we need to get in and out without much detection.” He mentioned, looking back at the house cat. “Once we get inside the abandoned building, we’ll start with stealth to see where the prize is… Got it?” Vengeance questioned, arching an eyebrow when the two of them reached the entrance of the city.
Hawthorne
Kittypet
The brown and white kittypet may have been smaller than she sounded upon arrival, but there was a glint of malice in her eyes as she stood at the top of the fence, looking down at her Riverclan ally. She dropped with nothing but a small thud of her paws touching the ground, lashing her tail with a snarl directed at the tom. Her neck fur was scruffy where she had left her collar behind, but it made her look all the more fierce.
"Be lucky I even turned up at all," She retorted sharply, her voice like claws scraping across rock. Her ear flicked as he reminded her of payment- she had almost forgotten about that in her bloodlust, desperate for a fight. "No, I'm not flea-brained." Came her next tart reply. "I know who I'm getting payment from and what I'm getting." But her interest was quickly piqued by the information about their actual target for this heist. Hawthorne, more than anything, loved the hunt.
"Heh. I'm good at that, you won't regret it." Hawthorne swished her tail, padding along after him. "Ain't never seen a ruby up close before."