Posts by amita.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]A frown would briefly crease it's way onto her features as she recognized her error, and she blinked in a manner which she hoped would seem apologetic. "Right," she would say with a small laugh, shifting her weight slightly as she pondered on what would be the appropriate way to handle her mistake. How did most people handle it? And what was the most often applauded way to do so? Hopefully her physical gesture would be enough, as she was truly stumped. "It's nice to meet you both."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Hearing her name being called she would swirl around to take in the sight of the male African wildcat. Instantly recognizing the figure of Ikki, she would gather a smile quickly in his direction. "Hey," she responded as she came to a halt, as to allow him to catch up with her. Her whiskers twitched in a rather friendly manner and she dipped her head. Options, options, and more options raced through her mind as she contemplated what to say next. Ultimately, she settled on friendly small talk, which was her go-to when she was pressed for time and uncertain. "How's the day treating you so far?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Rommie and Felli, Amita recognized, were the two who had joined just earlier that day. The tigress knew that she might not have made the greatest of impressions, having forgotten their names ( or rather, had inappropriately ignored their introductions - Incidentally of course ), and she knew that it was best to rectify that situation as soon as possible. "Hello, you two," the ivory wildcat would greet as she padded towards them, a superficial smile gracing her features. "What's the topic of discussion?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"So long," she joined the others, although she wasn't exactly sure who had left - Had she ever spoken with Silv, one on one? Somehow, she doubted that she had, though she might have recalled her complaints about the sewer vaguely. In any case, it was no great loss, though she still tipped her head in a display of solemness.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Oh, wow, they were having a whole debate on this. Which position would she take? As she didn't have any real feeling on it either way, she decided to look at it logically - The human looked scared, and clearly wasn't a threat, so there was no immediate harm in letting it live. But. . . "What if it ends up bringing more back, though?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Likewise, the striped wildcat would offer a brief gesture in the direction of Jennie, Rommie, and Feliciano before focusing once again on her opponent. Flashing her a brief grin to say, hey, thanks for giving me the first move, she would drop down into a crouch to contemplate how her attack should manifest. There wasn't much thinking, though, as she knew in "real battle" there would be no such hesitance early on in a fight - So she dashed forward, raising a paw in hopes to knock her opponent off balance.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Hey, Northyface," the tigress greeted the familiar figure with a nod, then focusing on the approaching figure of Romano briefly before having her attention snatched away by the presence of the dark pelted cheetah. "I suppose I can't complain much," she answered adding a smile to her response. Then tilting her head in a manner which reflected curiosity she would go on to inquire, "How are you?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"That certainly is something to think about," she would respond with a soft smile, though her agreeing was merely to be polite. Of course nothing wasn't something - It was the absence of anything. But that seemed to be a conclusion that neither brother could come to, and she recognized that it might be a bit rude if she immediately came to one while the other's didn't. The tigress parted her maw, ready to query further on what their opinions were before being interrupted by Nightfury's arrival. Shifting to examine the vice-leader she would dip her head in greeting before answering, "I'm doing fairly well myself. How are you?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita had overheard the disturbance while out on her own hunt and was now padding through the undergrowth in search of what had occurred, a sense of caution about her step. A short distance away, she heard an alarmed rustling as the snowferra went running off, and in moments she came across the Northyface, the pups, and the slaughtered mother. There was a moment of blankness before she decided to respond with shock and sympathy, expression drooping as she ventured closer, examining the babies before casting a glance at their bloodied parent. "Poor things. Who did it? I heard somebody running off. . ."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Welcome to the Havoc," the tigress said as she padded over, offering the wolf a small smile. "I'm Amita." Paramour. It was odd having a last name, particularly having a last name that she wasn't born into, and she was still getting used to it so she didn't mention it in her introduction. Watching the interaction between Northyface and Patagoniapaw she would cock her head, asking, "You two know each other?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]An expression of light curiosity would flicker across her features as she joined the group silently. Saying nothing, the tigress would merely offer the apprentice-aged foreigner a small nod of salutations, a mere spectator presently. A witness. In this particular situation, the leading roles seemed to fall to him and Northy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]An expression of amusement would flicker across her features at Peter Pan's arrival; a well rehearsed grin would appear along with a good natured shake of her head. Not that she knew the male particularly well, she certainly didn't, but she recognized that his display of boastfulness could easily be one which others found humorous. She didn't, though her sense of humor didn't exactly span miles. At Ivylight's comment she would look towards the deputy, aura becoming more serious now, and she chose her words carefully, "I. . . I disagree. Nothing is, by definition, the absence of something. Isn't it?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Discomfort briefly flooded her as one of the pups came towards her. "Haha, there there," she said, trying to seem as natural and maternal as possible as she gently patted it on the head, though a clear sense of awkwardness filled her voice. After a moment, she took a few steps away. Choosing to focus on Northyface's response, she would tilt her head and ask, "A green thing? What did it look like?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Ouch!"

Impulsively did the tigress holler this, followed by a rush of muttered curse words as she lifted her paw to examine the damage done. It became apparent quite quickly that she had stepped in some broken glass, several chipped sharps having embedded themselves in her now bleeding paw.

The striped wildcat had been exploring an alleyway which she had not previously come across, the area quite dirty in nature with residual trash on the pavement and overflowing from an old dumpster. Silently she realized that it wasn't such a shock the area had hazards and she briefly scorned herself for having not been more careful about where she put her paws. There was no way she could actually put much pressure on her wounded foot, so she found herself slowly limping away from the scene.

Once back out on the sidewalk she settled, going to work at pulling out the glass shards and spatting them onto the ground.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita wasn't one to impulsively fawn over the unusual, not one to bow to the beautiful differences that set things apart in such a clear matter. For that matter, though, she wasn't one to fawn over the usual. The tigress didn't have a very wide variety of likes or dislikes, and getting a sincere reaction from her about things was a bit difficult. But at the end of the day, she was still very much an adolescent, still only just dipping into the pool of adulthood, and new discoveries gave her a bit of a thrill.

And she had never seen fireflies. Heard of them, maybe, but never with her own two eyes had she seen them. "Wow," she said as she joined the group, having been out on a walk or something like that. Her eyes were wide as she caught sight of the lighted bugs and she said, mostly under her breath, "I wonder how they do that."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]So this was one of Northyface's kids? Interesting. "Welcome to the Havoc," she meowed in after the vice-leader welcomed Ray, putting on a smile as she said this. Quietly she considered the nature of motherhood and wondered what sort of parent she would end up being. It was, ultimately, a trick question - Amita would never have children. Though she knew that life was often unpredictable, she was not very maternal. Blinking, she would refocus on the situation at hand and add, "I hope you like it here. I'm Amita."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Ah, it seemed that she had captured the attention of a handful of her clanmates. The last thing she had wanted to do in a moment of weakness. Still, she found herself dully appreciative of their concern. "I'll live," she said to Northyface, promptly digging out the last shard from her pad. It already felt much better, just having the glass out, yet still she found that it stung a bit. When the hyena returned with moss she would blink in silent thanks before pressing her paw onto it.

"I don't think that will be necessary," added the tigress to Nightfury as he arrived, speaking of course about the medics. "I'll be fine."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]At the servaline queen's appearance, the tigress would mentally resign to the fact that this had become a far greater deal than she had wanted it to be. "Right," she would agree with the medic's statement and hastily turn over her paw and place it into her grasp. "Thanks, Jennie." Though still she thought it to be a bit unnecessary. It was her own carelessness that had injured her, after all, there was no real need to bother anyone else about it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]The tigress padded towards the group wearing a neutral expression. "Sounds fun," she commented simply, hoping she seemed intrigued enough by the possibility of attending. In truth, such things didn't interest her very much, though her sincere likes and dislikes were limited massively. Fake it until you make it, that seemed to be her motto of getting through life. Though she supposed it would have it's undisputed benefits should they attend - Getting to know their allies better and such.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Hunting, anyone?"

Amita was heading out anyway, ready to get out of the sewers for a bit and enjoy some fresh air. The tigress had incidentally slept in the previous night, though perhaps that was what she needed after the injury she had sustained the day prior - Haha, yeah right. It was just a few meager cuts, really. Though she would be lying if she said her paw wasn't a bit sore still.

In any case, the black striped queen was ready to start her day, and decided at the last minute to stop and see if anyone wanted to tag along with her.