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Swishing her tail back and forth, Bombalurina strutted into the Junkyard’s clearing. There were obvious signs when the red queen had returned from a late night meet up with another cat. Messier fur than the proud queen would usually allow? Check. An air of confidence even higher than she usually carried? Check. And last of all, her expression permanently turned into a smirk for a few hours after? Check. All in all, it was obvious that Bombalurina had just returned from a session of late night getting some as she lay herself down on the tire. She began grooming her fur into a more acceptable state as her eyes glided over the rest of the junkyard, surveying the other members who were still out, looking for someone to entertain her.
