Steam & Claws



In the smog-choked spires of New Cogsworth, where airships drift between brass towers and the great clock never stops ticking, they call her Rivet.
Part feline, part machine, she moves through the steam-veiled streets with the grace of a predator and the precision of a master engineer. Her mechanical arms — forged in the underbelly foundries — hum softly as she adjusts her goggles, sharp blue eyes scanning the horizon for her next job.
The denim shorts and worn leather harness are her signature: practical enough for rooftop chases and tight enough to remind the city that even legends have curves. Her long tail sways like a living pendulum, keeping rhythm with the gears of the world around her.
Tonight she’s hunting something far more dangerous than clockwork criminals… a stolen heart-piece from the Grand Chronometer itself. And if anyone stands in her way?
They’ll learn why you never corner a catgirl in a city of steam and iron.