Post by scarlette on Oct 16, 2014 21:59:40 GMT -5
Cat’s Name:Bombalurina (Bombie, Bomba, Bombs, Rina (mostly by Deme))
Loyalty:Questionable, but more towards the Jellicles.
Age:Adult; 30
Family:(Adopted sister) Griddlebone. She has had a few litters by unknown toms and raised them while living with Griddlebone.
Appearance:
Bombalurina is first and foremost a woman of dignity and prowess. She is seemingly stern in stance and stature, alluring to the eye both to queens and toms, and all around a force to be reckoned with. Naturally a more leggy woman, Bomba's body is beautifully filled out to create flowing curves ideal for bearing children and supporting the fiery queen that encases it. She looks considerably taller when compared to queens like Demeter, however, she is a bit above the average height for a female her age. In terms of age, despite being thirty, Bomba has never seemed affected by the one or so litters she's raised, and her body nor face seem to take the hit for it either. She's a timeless bombshell.
She has an elongated hourglss figure with a very slender torso and sturdy hips.
Bomba, or Rina as her more close companions call her, has a certain aspect of warmth about her--or rather, it's the brightness of her crimson and ginger fur. She has an abundance of Somali within her genes that fill out her fur in such a way that it smoothes perfectly over her feminine features to only accentuate them in creams, oranges, rusts, and crimson colors. There also appears to be traces of a spotted gene as there are a few spots speckled around her body in more or less personal areas. Her chest is highlighted with a soft cream color that balances out the rather overwhelming full view of the scarlet queen.
She has a gaze that has been called 'doe-like' and dreamy. The queen has a way of looking at cats and making sure that they know they have her absolute undivided attention and interest. With soft hazel eyes and a long lashes, Bomba has never had issues with getting her way--especially considering that she knows how to use her doe-like eyes to her advantage.
With full lips that are generally accentuated with a deep scarlet lipstick and a body that has its battle scars (read: she's not as perky as a young queen in many areas) and it's overall sexual appeal to the male population, Bombalurina is a woman that holds her head high regardless of how she feels or how she looks. Her confidence comes from within and radiates amongst her features to make her seem even more vivacious than she already is.
Personality: [Humble] [Honest] [Self-Assured] [Understanding][Playful][Free-Spirited] [Physical and Intimate]
Bombalurina looks and acts like a lady and expects to be treated as such.
In her younger days, Bomba was seen as an 'it girl'. Typically, young women like her were labelled harshly and called named and expected to be 'all the same'. However, those that know Bombalurina on a more personal level know that she is one of the most genuine felines you could meet. Her characteristics are all based on the primary focus of honesty and confidence. She has a natural mothering instinct and makes the conscious effort to look people directly in the eye when speaking and she's an exceptional listener. Differing from the 'it girls' she was constantly associated with, Bomba isn't a spiteful woman. She's humble and honest and if anything a bit of a introverted extrovert. While she makes the conscious effort to speak to other cats, she would generally prefer taking some time to drink tea, read a book, and be alone. Bomba enjoys simple things, a good dance, and interesting people. It was why she takes an interest in the social outcasts of the junkyard and is willing to take young cats under her wing. She personally understands the pressure of fitting in and not knowing what to do in life--so she feels an obligation to be a mother hen to young cats. She also aspires to teach the young ladies of the tribe to embrace themselves regardless of what others might think and make an identity for themselves. She tells them that, "The ones you're trying so hard to impress are the ones that care the least."
Bomba can be defined as a free spirited queen. She's the type to throw her hands in the air, dance, laugh and sing as loud as she could, and not really care what others think of her. When she wants something, she'll fight for it even if others tell her to back off. The eternal chase after Tugger has always been a favorite game of hers. In fact, despite the constant wary gazes of her peers, Bomba is willing to go through thick or thin to get in Tugger's face to get his attention. It's all in good fun.
On a similar note, Bomba, even as she gets older, is a playful and spunky queen. Despite being able to hold her own as a 'housewife' and a mother, she's never lost her inner kitten and is up for a challenge and to light up a young toms eyes by flirting with him. She enjoys harmless flirting--it's exhilarating to her to see another cat's eyes light up in excitement when speaking to her. In terms of her honest self, Bomba is the type to hold a conversation and be completely invested and make the other cat feel like she truly cares--and she probably does. Because of her initial interest in other cats, it should be noted that she also will make the effort to reach out to any feline that seems down on themselves and compliment them in the best way she knows how. Bombalurina believes that the only way to make someone happy is to know what MAKES them happy.
Being a stray for awhile and growing up with the crowd that she did, Bomba knows better than to judge others based solely on a reputation. The only cat she ever had issues accepting was Grizabella.
Relationship-wise, Bomba isn't a teenager or a hormonal, love-crazy young adult. She's quite content with her body and knows what she wants and likes in terms of relationships. She is very casual about having a few lovers here and there, but otherwise, hasn't made any efforts to truly settle down just yet. She feels like she has too much fire left to be burnt out by a mate and a family.
She's a passionate, but never clingy lover. As with friendships, she always gives her full attention and interest to the cats she decides to align herself with that month or so. However, she isn't the type to cling to them and hope and beg for a relationship afterwards. She's likely to stay the morning after, but wouldn't stay to have breakfast.
History:(Very watered down because I type waaaay too much for my own good ;w;)
Born to parents that were more or less struggling to get by, Bombalurina was dolled up at a young age to receive pity and compensation for her parents direct gain. Or in short, Bomba had to be the main act to their pity show to get things from other cats. Her mother was a run-down prostitute and the father was the unlucky tom that had ended up impregnating the formerly bright colored showqueen. But even so with her sort of rag-tag family of three, Bomba was never a greedy child or one to ask and whine for everything she didn't have. She accepted what she could get and that was that. Due to this sort of gentle perseverance, by the time Bomba turned sixteen, she set out on her own with an open mind and curiosity at the world around her. She met charming English toms along the way, ladies of all sorts that tried to push and tug at her fur in every which way--her fur and brightness were a subject of gossip and envy. Being raised the way she had been, Bomba knew how to put on a show and a kind smile no matter what harsh words came about in her general direction.
Though romance, hormones, and fur flew during her young teenaged years, Bombalurina started to realize all too quickly that she was falling into a familiar rut that her parents had been in. For all the fun and games she seemed invested in, the scarlet queen was in a bit of a stand still. She had no real home or anyone to go to. She had no company or a tribe or a family--and that began to bother her. A sense of community was something the teenager had lacked severely for many years.
But always a more optimistic girl, Bomba shook the negative thoughts away and continued on her adventure around London. She approached somewhat of an underground club where the music was intimidating, the cats there were inebriated beyond belief, but otherwise looked happy and having a good time. Amongst the crowd, there was a white pelt that stood out from the rest. She seemed familiar and Bomba connected that it was in fact, the renowned show-cat, Griddlebone. Curious as to how a famous, award winning Persian would end up down here, she made her way over and held her composure gracefully as always to introduce herself.
To sum it up in a few words, the two young queens found a certain comfort in eachother. They were the type of young teens that would stay up until the early morning hours talking about life and personal struggles and silly insides jokes. By the time the girls were eighteen, they considered eachother practically sisters and couldn't be without eachother. They were so close, however, that they also went through that extremely awkward phase of 'wow do i like you or LIKE like you?'. But those could have just been the hormones talking. As she grew up, Bomba grew into her slender body and ultimately accepted herself and her rather high sex drive and her love for intimacy. Even with friends, she's a hug and cuddles sort of girl. Over those few years, Bomba had a good harem of lovers to be fair. She mothered a litter of kittens and had Griddlebone's assistance in raising them. Needless to say that once Griddlebone started going absent to work her new 'job' Bomba felt the loss hit hard.
For a little over three years, Bomba lived with Griddlebone and the two girls shared nearly everything. The kittens Bomba raised even considered Griddlebone like another parent. The sudden loss of her sister figure hit the scarlet queen hard. It got even more severe once Griddle started asking Bomba to leave the den for certain amounts of time for 'personal business matters'. Even though her kittens were now grown and venturing out on their own, Bomba felt the loss of her friend most of all. Upset and utterly disheartened, Bomba felt the first pangs of bitterness--and Bomba had never been a particularly bitter girl.
Upon snooping around and determined to find out what was keeping the Persian so occupied, Bomba listened in as the doors to Griddle's den closed. It was a tom. Griddlebone was meeting a tom? And she hadn't told Bomba? Well, now the red queen just felt offended. But upon listening further, it seemed that the Persian only seduced the other tom for her personal gain. For after the first tom left, another arrived and Griddlebone told him things like,
"He gave me all the information you wanted, Boss."
or
"He was absolutely taken by me--I sure hope he doesn't fall overboard too quickly . . . "
The tom's gruff voice only laughed a bit and then offered to play a game of cards with the Persian. Now letting her curiosity get the better of her, Bombalurina poked her face through a crack in the door and got a peek at him. It was Macavity. He cheated at cards and Griddlebone herself was utterly captivated by him as well--so much so that the incredibly smart businesswoman of a she-cat, was willing to give her services to this convicted criminal. It surprised Bomba. But seeing Macavity for herself, she could understand why Griddlebone was so willing to provide her services to the Hidden Paw.
Never one to keep secrets or lie to her friends, Bomba admitted that she had eavesdropped on Griddlebone and the Persian shrugged it off. She mentioned being sorry for hardly being around and noted that Bomba should look into the Jellicle tribe for company. This wasn't exactly an offer though as Griddlebone was gone once again for an extended period of time before Bomba could even make up her mind. So at 20 years old, Bomba's simple life of living with her best friend ended, and she was prompted by her loneliness to seek out the Jellicle tribe.
Upon hearing about Macavity in the tribe, she noted that she had seen him before and the only true trait she could remember when telling her new Jellicle friends about the ginger tom was that 'he cheated at cards.'
Though Bomba liked her quiet life with Griddlebone, she also blossomed like a rose with the Jellicles. The excitement, the music, the dancing, the energy--it was perfect for her. Her sense of community was revived and suddenly, even though she was a full grown adult, she felt like a newborn kitten. She was ready to start her new Jellicle life--hypothetically speaking.
In the Jellicle tribe, she has gained the reputation as a 'scarlet bombshell' and she consistently enjoys bringing happiness and excitement to others. A fun time is always a good time, so she says. She even has a running competition with the Rum Tum Tugger and she rather enjoys getting his attention. However, it's mostly the thrill of the chase that she enjoys. She couldn't see herself ever settling down with the Maine Coon. Furthermore, she also has acquired another friend that fills the hole left by Griddlebone: Demeter. Demeter is someone that ultimately compliments and makes Bomba's personality feel appreciated. Bomba is someone who radiates comfort and curiousty. She likes to listen to others speak and hear stories. And ultimately, someone to talk to and be comforted by is what Demeter needed. Bomba also needed someone like Demeter to make her Jellicle experience fully satisfying to be fair. As a thirty year old now, Bombalurina has become very acclimated to her new home and quite enjoys the company of her fellow Jellicles. She has a bit of a soft spot for certain kittens and is always very happy to talk to anyone. Unless they're Tugger, then she'd probably set up a situation where he'd be forced to talk to her first.
Desired Pairings:(Open to many! Even female/female relationships ^-^ My personal favorites are: Mac/Bomba, Munku/Bomba, Tugger/Bomba, Deme/Bomba (platonic reliance))
Roleplaying Sample:A soft, lidded gaze graced the clearing of the junkyard patiently. Bombalurina's tail swished rather gently to the tune of the dripping from a nearby pipe. It was almost like she was expecting someone, but at the same time, it was as if she was ready to spring into action at any given moment. Truly a timeless delight, Bombalurina aged incredibly well--like a fine wine, if you will. Her thoughts were generally neutral, her body language was positively calm, and her all around aura craved a gentle nudge into the direction of action. She wanted to do something, but currently was in the state of planning. Planning to surprise Demeter, in the most gentle way possible. Miss Rina of all felines knew that Deme didn't respond well to abrupt surprises. Other things the red queen knew about her black and gold friend was that she was working incredibly hard to the point of paranoia--it concerned the awfully involved scarlet she-cat. Demeter couldn't ever be told to relax, that was for certain. The least Bomba could do was surprise Demeter with a nice dinner, a sweet rum, and a new collar for the young Electra. Little things to make big and positive effects . . . at least that was all the red queen could hope. Though a constant confidence was evident in Bomba, she also had a semblance of concern for Demeter's well-being. Then again, it was only natural to worry. Demeter was a giant furball of worry anyway. Chuckling delicately under her breath in an affectionate manner, Bomba let out a sigh and sat herself up and blink slowly. Seeing a familiar teenaged tom across the clearing, she absently and almost by default offered a flirtatious little smile that curled one corner of her lips into a grin and her eyelashes batted by means of pure instinct. And even as she did this, the scarlet queen let her thoughts roam back to how she wanted to arrange a nice dinner for her friend that night.
How often can you be on?:I have school and work, but I can definitely check everyday to update on roleplay/post/reply progress
Password: rice pudding and mutton
Comments:I've been in the CATS fandom since I was about 12 years old (17 now LOL) and have been roleplaying just as long as I've been into the musical. SO, needless to say, I'm very excited to find a new and active roleplay group! It's been awhile and I'm a bit rusty, but I'm just so happy to have found this place. Can't wait to get to know everyone!
As a sidenote: I AM quite busy, so if I am holding up threads if ever, just shoot me a message and I'll reply as soon as possible with me getting my butt on here asap or tell you why I'm MIA!
Loyalty:Questionable, but more towards the Jellicles.
Age:Adult; 30
Family:(Adopted sister) Griddlebone. She has had a few litters by unknown toms and raised them while living with Griddlebone.
Appearance:
Bombalurina is first and foremost a woman of dignity and prowess. She is seemingly stern in stance and stature, alluring to the eye both to queens and toms, and all around a force to be reckoned with. Naturally a more leggy woman, Bomba's body is beautifully filled out to create flowing curves ideal for bearing children and supporting the fiery queen that encases it. She looks considerably taller when compared to queens like Demeter, however, she is a bit above the average height for a female her age. In terms of age, despite being thirty, Bomba has never seemed affected by the one or so litters she's raised, and her body nor face seem to take the hit for it either. She's a timeless bombshell.
She has an elongated hourglss figure with a very slender torso and sturdy hips.
Bomba, or Rina as her more close companions call her, has a certain aspect of warmth about her--or rather, it's the brightness of her crimson and ginger fur. She has an abundance of Somali within her genes that fill out her fur in such a way that it smoothes perfectly over her feminine features to only accentuate them in creams, oranges, rusts, and crimson colors. There also appears to be traces of a spotted gene as there are a few spots speckled around her body in more or less personal areas. Her chest is highlighted with a soft cream color that balances out the rather overwhelming full view of the scarlet queen.
She has a gaze that has been called 'doe-like' and dreamy. The queen has a way of looking at cats and making sure that they know they have her absolute undivided attention and interest. With soft hazel eyes and a long lashes, Bomba has never had issues with getting her way--especially considering that she knows how to use her doe-like eyes to her advantage.
With full lips that are generally accentuated with a deep scarlet lipstick and a body that has its battle scars (read: she's not as perky as a young queen in many areas) and it's overall sexual appeal to the male population, Bombalurina is a woman that holds her head high regardless of how she feels or how she looks. Her confidence comes from within and radiates amongst her features to make her seem even more vivacious than she already is.
Personality: [Humble] [Honest] [Self-Assured] [Understanding][Playful][Free-Spirited] [Physical and Intimate]
Bombalurina looks and acts like a lady and expects to be treated as such.
In her younger days, Bomba was seen as an 'it girl'. Typically, young women like her were labelled harshly and called named and expected to be 'all the same'. However, those that know Bombalurina on a more personal level know that she is one of the most genuine felines you could meet. Her characteristics are all based on the primary focus of honesty and confidence. She has a natural mothering instinct and makes the conscious effort to look people directly in the eye when speaking and she's an exceptional listener. Differing from the 'it girls' she was constantly associated with, Bomba isn't a spiteful woman. She's humble and honest and if anything a bit of a introverted extrovert. While she makes the conscious effort to speak to other cats, she would generally prefer taking some time to drink tea, read a book, and be alone. Bomba enjoys simple things, a good dance, and interesting people. It was why she takes an interest in the social outcasts of the junkyard and is willing to take young cats under her wing. She personally understands the pressure of fitting in and not knowing what to do in life--so she feels an obligation to be a mother hen to young cats. She also aspires to teach the young ladies of the tribe to embrace themselves regardless of what others might think and make an identity for themselves. She tells them that, "The ones you're trying so hard to impress are the ones that care the least."
Bomba can be defined as a free spirited queen. She's the type to throw her hands in the air, dance, laugh and sing as loud as she could, and not really care what others think of her. When she wants something, she'll fight for it even if others tell her to back off. The eternal chase after Tugger has always been a favorite game of hers. In fact, despite the constant wary gazes of her peers, Bomba is willing to go through thick or thin to get in Tugger's face to get his attention. It's all in good fun.
On a similar note, Bomba, even as she gets older, is a playful and spunky queen. Despite being able to hold her own as a 'housewife' and a mother, she's never lost her inner kitten and is up for a challenge and to light up a young toms eyes by flirting with him. She enjoys harmless flirting--it's exhilarating to her to see another cat's eyes light up in excitement when speaking to her. In terms of her honest self, Bomba is the type to hold a conversation and be completely invested and make the other cat feel like she truly cares--and she probably does. Because of her initial interest in other cats, it should be noted that she also will make the effort to reach out to any feline that seems down on themselves and compliment them in the best way she knows how. Bombalurina believes that the only way to make someone happy is to know what MAKES them happy.
Being a stray for awhile and growing up with the crowd that she did, Bomba knows better than to judge others based solely on a reputation. The only cat she ever had issues accepting was Grizabella.
Relationship-wise, Bomba isn't a teenager or a hormonal, love-crazy young adult. She's quite content with her body and knows what she wants and likes in terms of relationships. She is very casual about having a few lovers here and there, but otherwise, hasn't made any efforts to truly settle down just yet. She feels like she has too much fire left to be burnt out by a mate and a family.
She's a passionate, but never clingy lover. As with friendships, she always gives her full attention and interest to the cats she decides to align herself with that month or so. However, she isn't the type to cling to them and hope and beg for a relationship afterwards. She's likely to stay the morning after, but wouldn't stay to have breakfast.
History:(Very watered down because I type waaaay too much for my own good ;w;)
Born to parents that were more or less struggling to get by, Bombalurina was dolled up at a young age to receive pity and compensation for her parents direct gain. Or in short, Bomba had to be the main act to their pity show to get things from other cats. Her mother was a run-down prostitute and the father was the unlucky tom that had ended up impregnating the formerly bright colored showqueen. But even so with her sort of rag-tag family of three, Bomba was never a greedy child or one to ask and whine for everything she didn't have. She accepted what she could get and that was that. Due to this sort of gentle perseverance, by the time Bomba turned sixteen, she set out on her own with an open mind and curiosity at the world around her. She met charming English toms along the way, ladies of all sorts that tried to push and tug at her fur in every which way--her fur and brightness were a subject of gossip and envy. Being raised the way she had been, Bomba knew how to put on a show and a kind smile no matter what harsh words came about in her general direction.
Though romance, hormones, and fur flew during her young teenaged years, Bombalurina started to realize all too quickly that she was falling into a familiar rut that her parents had been in. For all the fun and games she seemed invested in, the scarlet queen was in a bit of a stand still. She had no real home or anyone to go to. She had no company or a tribe or a family--and that began to bother her. A sense of community was something the teenager had lacked severely for many years.
But always a more optimistic girl, Bomba shook the negative thoughts away and continued on her adventure around London. She approached somewhat of an underground club where the music was intimidating, the cats there were inebriated beyond belief, but otherwise looked happy and having a good time. Amongst the crowd, there was a white pelt that stood out from the rest. She seemed familiar and Bomba connected that it was in fact, the renowned show-cat, Griddlebone. Curious as to how a famous, award winning Persian would end up down here, she made her way over and held her composure gracefully as always to introduce herself.
To sum it up in a few words, the two young queens found a certain comfort in eachother. They were the type of young teens that would stay up until the early morning hours talking about life and personal struggles and silly insides jokes. By the time the girls were eighteen, they considered eachother practically sisters and couldn't be without eachother. They were so close, however, that they also went through that extremely awkward phase of 'wow do i like you or LIKE like you?'. But those could have just been the hormones talking. As she grew up, Bomba grew into her slender body and ultimately accepted herself and her rather high sex drive and her love for intimacy. Even with friends, she's a hug and cuddles sort of girl. Over those few years, Bomba had a good harem of lovers to be fair. She mothered a litter of kittens and had Griddlebone's assistance in raising them. Needless to say that once Griddlebone started going absent to work her new 'job' Bomba felt the loss hit hard.
For a little over three years, Bomba lived with Griddlebone and the two girls shared nearly everything. The kittens Bomba raised even considered Griddlebone like another parent. The sudden loss of her sister figure hit the scarlet queen hard. It got even more severe once Griddle started asking Bomba to leave the den for certain amounts of time for 'personal business matters'. Even though her kittens were now grown and venturing out on their own, Bomba felt the loss of her friend most of all. Upset and utterly disheartened, Bomba felt the first pangs of bitterness--and Bomba had never been a particularly bitter girl.
Upon snooping around and determined to find out what was keeping the Persian so occupied, Bomba listened in as the doors to Griddle's den closed. It was a tom. Griddlebone was meeting a tom? And she hadn't told Bomba? Well, now the red queen just felt offended. But upon listening further, it seemed that the Persian only seduced the other tom for her personal gain. For after the first tom left, another arrived and Griddlebone told him things like,
"He gave me all the information you wanted, Boss."
or
"He was absolutely taken by me--I sure hope he doesn't fall overboard too quickly . . . "
The tom's gruff voice only laughed a bit and then offered to play a game of cards with the Persian. Now letting her curiosity get the better of her, Bombalurina poked her face through a crack in the door and got a peek at him. It was Macavity. He cheated at cards and Griddlebone herself was utterly captivated by him as well--so much so that the incredibly smart businesswoman of a she-cat, was willing to give her services to this convicted criminal. It surprised Bomba. But seeing Macavity for herself, she could understand why Griddlebone was so willing to provide her services to the Hidden Paw.
Never one to keep secrets or lie to her friends, Bomba admitted that she had eavesdropped on Griddlebone and the Persian shrugged it off. She mentioned being sorry for hardly being around and noted that Bomba should look into the Jellicle tribe for company. This wasn't exactly an offer though as Griddlebone was gone once again for an extended period of time before Bomba could even make up her mind. So at 20 years old, Bomba's simple life of living with her best friend ended, and she was prompted by her loneliness to seek out the Jellicle tribe.
Upon hearing about Macavity in the tribe, she noted that she had seen him before and the only true trait she could remember when telling her new Jellicle friends about the ginger tom was that 'he cheated at cards.'
Though Bomba liked her quiet life with Griddlebone, she also blossomed like a rose with the Jellicles. The excitement, the music, the dancing, the energy--it was perfect for her. Her sense of community was revived and suddenly, even though she was a full grown adult, she felt like a newborn kitten. She was ready to start her new Jellicle life--hypothetically speaking.
In the Jellicle tribe, she has gained the reputation as a 'scarlet bombshell' and she consistently enjoys bringing happiness and excitement to others. A fun time is always a good time, so she says. She even has a running competition with the Rum Tum Tugger and she rather enjoys getting his attention. However, it's mostly the thrill of the chase that she enjoys. She couldn't see herself ever settling down with the Maine Coon. Furthermore, she also has acquired another friend that fills the hole left by Griddlebone: Demeter. Demeter is someone that ultimately compliments and makes Bomba's personality feel appreciated. Bomba is someone who radiates comfort and curiousty. She likes to listen to others speak and hear stories. And ultimately, someone to talk to and be comforted by is what Demeter needed. Bomba also needed someone like Demeter to make her Jellicle experience fully satisfying to be fair. As a thirty year old now, Bombalurina has become very acclimated to her new home and quite enjoys the company of her fellow Jellicles. She has a bit of a soft spot for certain kittens and is always very happy to talk to anyone. Unless they're Tugger, then she'd probably set up a situation where he'd be forced to talk to her first.
Desired Pairings:(Open to many! Even female/female relationships ^-^ My personal favorites are: Mac/Bomba, Munku/Bomba, Tugger/Bomba, Deme/Bomba (platonic reliance))
Roleplaying Sample:A soft, lidded gaze graced the clearing of the junkyard patiently. Bombalurina's tail swished rather gently to the tune of the dripping from a nearby pipe. It was almost like she was expecting someone, but at the same time, it was as if she was ready to spring into action at any given moment. Truly a timeless delight, Bombalurina aged incredibly well--like a fine wine, if you will. Her thoughts were generally neutral, her body language was positively calm, and her all around aura craved a gentle nudge into the direction of action. She wanted to do something, but currently was in the state of planning. Planning to surprise Demeter, in the most gentle way possible. Miss Rina of all felines knew that Deme didn't respond well to abrupt surprises. Other things the red queen knew about her black and gold friend was that she was working incredibly hard to the point of paranoia--it concerned the awfully involved scarlet she-cat. Demeter couldn't ever be told to relax, that was for certain. The least Bomba could do was surprise Demeter with a nice dinner, a sweet rum, and a new collar for the young Electra. Little things to make big and positive effects . . . at least that was all the red queen could hope. Though a constant confidence was evident in Bomba, she also had a semblance of concern for Demeter's well-being. Then again, it was only natural to worry. Demeter was a giant furball of worry anyway. Chuckling delicately under her breath in an affectionate manner, Bomba let out a sigh and sat herself up and blink slowly. Seeing a familiar teenaged tom across the clearing, she absently and almost by default offered a flirtatious little smile that curled one corner of her lips into a grin and her eyelashes batted by means of pure instinct. And even as she did this, the scarlet queen let her thoughts roam back to how she wanted to arrange a nice dinner for her friend that night.
How often can you be on?:I have school and work, but I can definitely check everyday to update on roleplay/post/reply progress
Password: rice pudding and mutton
Comments:I've been in the CATS fandom since I was about 12 years old (17 now LOL) and have been roleplaying just as long as I've been into the musical. SO, needless to say, I'm very excited to find a new and active roleplay group! It's been awhile and I'm a bit rusty, but I'm just so happy to have found this place. Can't wait to get to know everyone!
As a sidenote: I AM quite busy, so if I am holding up threads if ever, just shoot me a message and I'll reply as soon as possible with me getting my butt on here asap or tell you why I'm MIA!
