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Cata's Entry I Want The Spinner!Name and meaning: Catamaran – A type of ship (From Tamil Kattu-maram which means “Tied Wood”)
Personality: Catamaran has very much the rogue personality. He doesn’t much care either way about many things which allows him to be completely objective most of the time. Because of this it’s much easier for him to be able to find the right thing to say at the right time since he doesn’t have any real inhibitions or personal views to get in the way. There is a lion underneath the one that tells everyone exactly what they want to hear, but due to his rather shambled past, it’s very closed off and hard to reach.
He’s fairly laid back and easy to get along with for most people (at least for those who don’t realize that his agreeable nature is only a front) because of the fact that he doesn’t usually say what he’s really thinking as he’s really good at masking his true emotions. Not one to care much what others think of him, he loved his brother dearly and it’s probably the only sore spot he has. Kallia was the last thing his brother, Galleon, showed a passion for and as a result he remains at her side somewhat desperately clinging to that memory of him for as long as he can, though it’s unlikely that he would ever tell her that.
Prompt response: Beneath the amber light of sunset, which touched the ocean in the distant horizon and stretched its tendrils towards the shore as if clawing for recognition in its last reigning moments in the sky, a lithe frame sprawled languidly in the fading warmth. Imprinted in the sand just out of the reach of rolling waves and ignoring the frothing tides and squealing keen of gulls that most others of his kind found comforting, Catamaran enjoyed the brief moment of solitude. It wasn’t necessarily that he disliked the white noise that rose off the sea that the Bahari ‘mtoto made their home beside, but rather the fact that—in truth—he cared little either way. Not that he would have spoke so indifferently in these crucial times.
Not far in the distance, sitting on an outcrop of rocks, Kallia and several of the new Bahari members could be made out even against the glare of bitter red hues. The sweet lilt of her voice carrying to his ears on the breeze, though he couldn’t quite make out the words. By their coloring there was no doubt in his mind that she was looking to rally more lions to her cause. A slow, winding grin forming upon his maw at the idea of it. That one never rested. Her passion consuming her to work tirelessly until the like-minded had finally usurped absolute control. It wasn’t hard given their current leader had run off, leaving her pride in a state of confused uncertainty. They were far easier to herd without the guidance of Kallia’s niece, most were eager to fall in step with anyone that offered them peace of mind. A little too much like sheep for Catama’s taste.
As Kallia’s voice rose in volume with the crescendo of her speech it was easy to remember why he had followed her here, why he would follow her anywhere until her passion was realized. He could still hear his brother’s awestruck voice over the murmur of voices the first time they had crossed paths. She had stopped by a small, rogue band after noticing the hues of their pelts and after greeting them in a rather terse manner had quickly begun to spew her aspirations at them as if expecting the strays to fall at her paws in gratitude for the chance to be a part of this new sea-faring pride. It was merely by chance that Catamaran and his younger brother had been passing through the very same group that day, or rather by fate as his foolish sibling had believed. Crooning with starry eyed wonder.
“Isn’t she amazing, Cata?!”
“She smells like trouble to me, Galley.”
“We should join her! Then things will be back to the way they were! This is a second chance!”
“Galleon, it can never be like it was…”
“B…but we can start over! You heard her! We have a new pride to go home to! We have to go! We have to help!”
Catamaran would have liked to have forgotten their Bahari’mtoto lineage, but it was a difficult task when the pelts of both brothers so blatantly reflected their bloodline, no matter how diluted. It was a difficult task when Galleon insisted on feeding off the old tales their grandmother had insisted on telling. His naïve sibling had always lived on the hope that some day they would no longer have to call themselves rogue. Since the loss of the batty old lioness who had raised them he had never quite been the same, clinging desperately to the hope of something better.
And so, needless to say, though the others wisely brushed off Kallia’s message of hope for a new beginning she would find herself with the companionship of two males in her journey. Spurred by Galleon’s desire for a secure environment and uncanny devotion to Kallia who he had been certain could provide it.
Back then Catamaran had thought his brother little more than a sheep as well, so easily swayed towards anything that could provide him with hope. Yet Kallia had awoken a fire in the frail, young lion that he was grateful for. She had given Galley a purpose despite his impending fate and he had lived to his last breath believing in her vision of a better future in the sanctuary of the revived Bahari’mtoto. It was only by cruel misfortune that he would never see Kallia’s dream realized, but Catama would. For his kin he stood beside Kallia, unable to leave his brother’s work unfinished. And he would remain beside her until the Bahari’mtoto lived again in the image of what it had once been.
Drawing himself from his reverie, Catama stretched and rose from where he lay upon the beach. Shaking the sand from his fur as the wary faces of Kallia’s audience seemed to beckon the assistance of his fine tuned finesse. They were no doubt rocky footing, feeling unbalanced and out of sorts given chaos that ensued without leadership in the pride and her whispers of a revolution. It was a lot to ingest and that’s why he played the role of the empathizer. Offering them a logic that would restore their confidence and offer sure footing in whatever form was required to bring them around. It varied from case to case, but props were always useful.
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