Meet Miss Bombalurina

[Shannon]

Information:

Bomby is about three years old. She's probably Old D's daughter, but she can't be sure. Or, perhaps, she doesn't want to know because she would feel slightly embarassed if she had mated with her brother.

She is a red tabby, with white and black stripes. She has large, brown eyes that glow golden at night. She has very soft features and is very slim with a long tail.

Bombalurina is very flirtacious and flaunts her good looks. She can be spotted getting mounted by different toms on various occasions. So far, she has not been pregnat, and is very happy. She is not very interested in long-term relationships, but perhaps...

Bomby is very... Bomba-ish. She acts very self confident and sexy, but there may be more to this young she-cat than what meets the eye.

Bombalurina is a very skilled dancer and an above-average singer. She is very graceful and has a sexy, low-soprano voice.

Bombalurina lives in an upturned cardboard box. There is a small entrance on the side, so she doesn't need to turn the box over to get in. Inside are many cushions, ranging in size and shape. All of them are deep, rich colors like plum and dark ruby.

A brief roleplay introduction follows:

[Arya]

-waits-

[Arya]

You are going to fit right in by the way.

[Shannon]

The warm, autumn sun shone upon the Jellicles' homes. Some cats played, others slept, and some patrolled. A few kittens re-enacted a battle that accured a few weeks ago.

A red tabby queen lay stretched out on top of a stained and ripped green couch. Her tail flicked every so often as she slept in the warmth of the day. She looked very nice, her coat smooth and silky, unlike some cats'.

Two eyelids fluttered open and revealed her brown eyes. The she-cat yawned and stretched before sitting up. She surveyed the yard.

Bombalurina was her name, the most desired queen in the Jellicle Junkyard. She was two years old, almost three. The queen was known for her outlandish, sexual behavior and her over-confidence. And, of course, her striking beauty.

Bomby had known a human closely for awhile. An elderly lady who lived by the junkyard. The woman never really left her porch, so Bombalurina would visit her often. The woman adored Bomby. She gave her food and stroked her. She even gave her a name: "Ruby". Sadly, the old woman passed away, so the name Ruby was discarded.

Bombalurina lept down from her couch and walked to her home, an cardboard box. "Hello home," she whispered, slipping inside.

This isn't good, Bomby, she thought to herself, Talking to objects is not a good sign. Bombalurina laughed aloud.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

~claps~ Yay for Ruby Bomby! Poor girl, though, losing her human. V_V

[Shannon]

She's pretty much over it now-- it was awhile ago. But it was hard for her at the time.

But Bombalili is a fighter.

Bomba: Grr!
Me: Not like that.
Bomba: Oh.