Posts by amita.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Waiting near the borders of the city was a pale wildcat, who's age was nowhere near that of an adult. Only just nearing the brink of adolescence was the eleven month old, youthful and naive in many aspects. The young female had decided that she was old enough to branch out and make a life for herself away from her clan of birth. For whatever reason, the tigress was drawn to the city, despite only knowing vague information about the Havoc. The terrain spoke to her, and so it was. What she saw in the ruined village was possibility, though what kind of life she would forge there was a mystery to even her. In silence she waited, hoping it wouldn't take long for her to be noticed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Instantly a killer smile would dash across her features, radiant and pleased in nature, as if she were happy to be met with the realization that the wait hadn't taken long after all. "Hello," she greeted with a flick of her tail, her voice calm and still carrying the residual high pitch of a child's meow. Indeed though, her tone was managing to mature nonetheless, just deep enough to indicate that she was no child. Not anymore, at least. But it also pointed to the fact that she had been not long ago. "My name is Amita, I'm here to join." Though she spoke in response to the cheetah, she took time to look at all of them, carefully wondering about them and the group she had just asked permission to join.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Thank you, and the pleasure is all mine," she said to Ivylights with a nod that was best described as friendly. Briefly she envisioned ropes of ivy, though instead of crawling up a tree she pictured them wrapping their way up streetlights. A trick to ensure she wouldn't forget her name over time. To the youthful canine, who introduced herself as Sunkenpaw, she thought of a paw beneath water. Easy. Nodding in salutations towards the medic apprentice, she would briefly examine the squirrel introduced as Rose, gathering that it was a companion of some kind. A pet. "It's nice to meet you both."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]One thing that Amita was good at was doing what was expected of her - That was all she knew how to do, really. Waking up early was one from a list of many which she had come to understand made her seem useful. Even if she had the choice ( which, of course, she did, but not if you asked her ) she would likely still be an early riser; Efficiency was what she continued to strive for, or at least the allusion of efficiency. Venturing her way towards the crowd, the young tigress would contemplate on what she had overheard, making a note on the fact that Ikki was apparently hungover. Never had the adolescent wildcat tried liquor, never having the opportunity to. "Hi," she greeted simply, settling down to examine the serval curiously. One thing she decided was not to get so wasted as to wake up with a hangover. Ever.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]They hadn't met, or at least they hadn't met formally. Deciding that this was enough of a reason to approach the group, the ivory tigress did just that, stepping carefully towards the gathering of Havoc members. "I'm Amita, though I think I did see you before." But of course she didn't think this; she knew this. Her memory was no joke, and she wasn't quickly going to forget the first lion she saw there. Scanning the others present she would briefly consider whether or not they had also been present when she joined; And they had. All familiar faces, even the squirrel who seemed somewhat out of place in a group of larger animals.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Oh dear, this wasn't the right place for her to be in. The feline had noticed the gathering of her clan mates from afar and had opted to join them, knowing it was best to make an effort to get to know those she would be living with. The moment she came within earshot she realized what was going on. Jennie, the serval ( who she had no imagery to remember her by ), was in distress over the loss of her clan mate's. These wasn't a place for her to be in, not only because she didn't know the creatures in question through being new, but because she couldn't bring herself to care about the loss she was suffering from. But she tried, she always did, yet something still continued to ring hollow. Shifting slightly she would bow her head in a gesture which she hoped to be interpreted as sympathy and commented, "I'm sorry for your losses."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita certainly didn't envy Germanium right now; That was her immediate thought as she wandered closer, eyeing his pelt slick with scum of the sewage, and she made a mental note to walk with extreme caution as to not suffer the same fate. "I'm glad you're okay," she said with a slow nod, still not taking her eyes off of him. Briefly she wondered if the stuff coating his pelt was rancid enough to kill, as certainly it would be enough to cause sickness. Who knew? "Do you need any help?" She ventured after a moment, even though the last thing she wanted to do was touch the sewage covered lion.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"I'd like to come along," the white tigress would say as she brought herself carefully towards the group. The feline didn't get much patrolling in in the Dominion, though that had a great deal to do with the fact that she was young for much of her life there. A few near the end of her stay, but still. On some level, she might have even been looking forward to completing her first border patrol with her new home ( assuming that it was a border patrol, anyway ). Settling down, the adolescent tiger would await the group's departure.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita had been doing some exploring herself - In truth, she found the sewer to be tolerable at best, and couldn't help but wonder why they had decided to live there. It was, simply put, downright disgusting. But the tigress didn't have much of a problem tolerating the vile, so she felt she could make a home there without much issue. Joining the group, she would make a note of the interaction between Silv and Jennie and cast the serval a small smile. While she didn't see anything wrong with either of their actions, she could tell that the group seemed to be siding with the healer, so she did too. To Silv she commented, "I'm sure there are worse places to live." And that was. . . About all she had to offer to the conversation.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]The tigress was rather enjoying life in her new home - Though it was her first day there, she had no complaints to raise, and found herself feeling tentatively optimistic about her life to come there. One thing, though, one important thing, was that she didn't yet have any close bonds with anyone there. Whether or not she forged any was, in all honestly, somewhat of a priority. When she didn't have others to bounce thoughts, feelings, and more off of she grew very dull. Her life in the Dominion hadn't been very exciting in nature because of this. Now, hopefully, in her new life she would be able to alter this somewhat.

"Does anyone want to play a game?" The wildcat questioned with a twitch of her whiskers, calling out into the sewers - The sewers, oh, if only she were lacking the ability to smell. Though she was capable of being stoic about the stench for the most part, she had to admit that it was a bit overwhelming. ". . . Outside?" She tacked on quickly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"We could do two truths and a lie," she would suggest after a moment, as it was the only game that came to her - Why exactly this was so, she didn't know, as she didn't recall playing it before. In any case, it was as good as any, given that all she really wanted to do was attempt at getting to know those around her better.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Do any of you know what it is?" Amita asked several seconds after Peter pointed out the smell in the air, a frown crafting it's way onto her features as she silently worked to place a name to the odd aroma. Indeed, she thought it must have been. . . What? For whatever reason she drew a blank, continuing to sniff about.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"It's wonderful to meet you, Nightfury," responded the ivory wildcat as she rested her gaze upon the next who spoke. Quietly she made a mental note to ask for an in depth explanation of the ranks of the Havoc, though for now she settled on recognizing that "Vice Leader" was quite high up, and if nothing else, there was a leader rank above that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Glad to see that some people were interested, the tigress would nod to those assembled and settle down. Quietly she found herself content with recognizing everyone gathered by name apart from Anny, and made a note to find out the snow leopard's alias at a later point. Maybe it would come out naturally during the game? "Who would like to start?" She asked, gaze flickering across the faces of her new clan mate's.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"One," Amita guessed after a moment, glancing down at the trainee's squirrel companion doubtfully. They couldn't be related, could they? Though she missed the exchange between Ivylights and Sunkenship completely, she inwardly recognized that the others certainly had an advantage over her in this game. After all, she had only met them earlier that day, and knew next to nothing about them other than their names. Oh well, though, the point of the game was for her to get to know them better.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]An ivy plant because her name was Ivylights. For whatever reason, likely sleepiness, this managed to amuse her and a slight chuckle would depart her maw. Although, in an instant, she realized this was slightly inappropriate given the current circumstance - Rose had fallen, apparently, and given their companionship this was something of a tragedy. "I'm glad Rose is okay," she commented after a moment, hoping her expression reflected appropriate sympathy for the rodent. "Interesting power, though."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"I'm Amita," the tigress would introduce in a formal tone, though her quivering whiskers betrayed an attempt at friendliness as she settled down. Indeed, the wildcat was rather new to the clan herself and didn't know many in a way that was close and personal, but memorizing names came easily to her. "What's your name?" Asked the young queen, eyebrow like whiskers arching in a quizzical expression as she looked to the host, the only one present who she didn't know.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]On the opposite end of the spectrum, Amita was still very young, and the concept of aging - truly aging - was a foreign one to her. The tigress was only just now bordering the verge of adulthood and was not quite there yet by any means. "Hello, Germanium," she greeted as she came across the lounging male. What she was doing in the park had more to do with getting some fresh air than anything. And, originally, she had thought to steal some alone time. It could seem rude if she left now, though. "How are you?" So she didn't.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"You're not hurt, are you?" Amita ventured as she moved closer, having witnessed the scene from some distance away -- Too far off to be of any use, though she had hurried all the same. Northyface seemed victorious in both ways, though; A successful hunt and a successful kill. Whether or not she "needed" to kill the wolf was debatable, though frankly, the tigress didn't care much either way. At all, in fact. Resting her pale eyes onto the hyena, she would look for any noticeable wounds.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Her brother was a pet. The tigress couldn't help but crack a smile at the canine's cleverness, which she silently admired. "That's what I thought," she would admit, casting a glance at the squirrel thoughtfully. "Well played," she said again with a twitch of her whiskers. Perhaps she should have known, though, who could really hate the smell of lavender? Quietly she set off on her own mission to choose her own truths and lie.