A/N: This is something I came up with when I needed to write a little story for my french exam. I was freaking out, and suffering from extreme writer's block, because it was due the next day. That might explain why it's so short, and crappy. It was originally written in english, and then i translated it into french (like I did for Growltiger's when I wrote that for a french project...). Well enough said. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own CATS .
Bombalurina. The tribe's biggest flirt. That's what they would call her. She was always dancing, and flaunting herself around all the toms. Often she'd go after the Rum Tum Tugger, trying to get his attention, or make him jealous so that he would go after her.
The others thought that, that was all there was to her. That they knew who she really was, because of the way she acted around them. They didn't know her. What they thought was wrong...
They never knew how she felt inside. They didn't see the shame, and the humiliation that consumed her. They didn't know that, when she returned to her home, to her humans, every night, she would cry herself to sleep in the privacy, and comfort of her own bed.
She never told anyone of her problems. About how heavily addicted to catnip she was. She would use it everyday before she left to go to the junkyard. That was what made her the way she was. When she did catnip, she was loose, and wild, giving her all the fake confidence she could ever want, to make her hips sway, and allow her to seduce any tom that came her way.
It freed her in ways she never thought possible, and she hated it. It was ruining her life. But they never saw that. Everyone was blind to her suffering, and pain. It was her little secret, and no matter what, it would be the secret that she would be too proud to ever admit.