River walked to Tinker's Shop, he would be her first victim. There was an orange fox in the shop with blue eyes, a brown hat with a pigeon feather stuck in it, he had a pocket watch in his chest fur, white paws, and a white tail tip. He turned around, he was tinkering, as his name suggests. To River it looked like he was making a small handheld cannon.
"Hello River!" He greeted, his voice was kind of high pitched. River glanced at the wall, there was a hung painting of Tawnya, him and a red fox with orange eyes and orange chest fur that she didn't recognize.
"Oh, you're looking at my family. My sister Tawnya and my other sister Scrillix." Tinker explained.
Wait. He's a demigod!?
"Are you a demigod?" River asked. The fox nodded.
"Yes, but I don't have powers." Tinker explained.
How can I get him to take this poison? The tabby thought before getting an idea.
"Hey, you wanna get a drink with me at the Tavern?" River asked. Tinker smiled slightly.
"I really shouldn't." He said.
"Oh, what's the harm in a little drink!" She said playfully.
"Alright." He said, stopping his work. The two walked to the Tavern and River made sure her poison bottle was hidden in her satchel. When they got in, they both ordered beers and Tinker said that he had to make waste. He left and River poured about a teaspoon of the poison into the beer on his side. A green fog flew from it for a moment before disappearing.
I hope he doesn't notice. River thought. Tinker cane back.
"How about we do a toast?" She suggested. The fox nodded and they clinked glasses.
"To new discoveries!" Tinker toasted.
"To a healthy life!" River toasted, smirking. The fox drank first and she watched for a moment before sipping her drink. She didn't really like being drunk but it wasn't very much. After all, she's get to see the death of a fox! He sat his glass down and after a few moments he clutched his chest. Tinker made choking sounds and fell writhing on the floor. Animals moved out of the way and River backed away, blending into the crowd.
The fox wheezed and Storm pushes his way to the front.
"What is going on!" He demanded.
"This guy has something wrong with him." A fox answered, pointing at Tinker. Storm examined the fox for a moment before running to get Osprey. The old cat came in, he had no fur and dry, peach skin and blue eyes that were loosing their sight.
"Where's the patient?" Osprey asked. His voice was like stepping on dry, dead leaves.
"Down here." Storm answered, pointing at Tinker. The fox coughed and green fog came out. Osprey grunted.
"He's poisoned, it's that simple." The old cat said.
"By who?" Storm asked.
"How would I know that!?" He snapped. The orange cat shrugged and stepped back. Osprey grabbed Tinker and carried him away.
Plan successful! She thought. River walked out unseen, leaving 30 gold pieces on the table.

Tinker the fox

Osprey the no hair (don't have a picture of him)