Posts by amita.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita had just returned from a solo hunt. The tigress had captured a pheasant and called it good. To be frank, with her paw aching as it did, she wasn't much in the mood for hunting and had taken what she could get without much issue. The bird had been tossed onto the kill pile, and though her stomach growled, she decided not to take anything for herself just yet and moved to settle near Ikki, who seemed to have just returned as well. "Rough day?" The striped wildcat would venture as she examined him in an almost skeptical manner.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Sure, I'll tag along." Amita said as she joined the group, a slight limp to her stride as she favored her left forearm slightly. If she were honest, she kind of just felt like staying at home that day, but at the same time that would be a waste. Maw pursed together slightly she would examine her clanmates, Northyface and Ikki, and note to herself that these were two members who she had grown soft spots for. Indeed, she had warmed up to life in the Havoc in general, but some of those she lived with claimed more respect than others. For whatever reason, she had to wonder if she actually liked them.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Hm. Amita was a former member of the Dominion as well. Though, she felt no residual loyalty towards her former group. That was a place where she was born, while the Havoc was turning out to be a place where she could live. Anyway, she bore no ill will towards the Riverclanner, though she felt no goodwill either. Internally she felt rather apathetic towards the queen, to the point where it wouldn't sincerely affect her if she dropped dead before them all. But she was born to be the ultimate product, so she 'liked' to think, and so she played her part, choosing compassionate this time. "You should start by heading in that direction," she offered, pointing with her injured paw. "I could take you part of the way, if you want."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"I'll make sure to do that," the tigress responded, examining the healer's handy work for a moment. It was sure interesting, how well a spider's home could stop her bleeding. Next she took a moment to examine Jennie herself, her way of presentation and so on, and wonder why, exactly, she was seemed so tired all the time. It was worth wondering about, and was hard not to notice. Though she didn't address this, why would she? Instead she offered a smile of gratitude and said, "Thank you, it feels better already."

A lie, but she did appreciate the queen's hard work, and it was nice not to be bleeding all over the place anymore.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Great," she said, adding an edge of enthusiasm to her tone as she addressed Ikki, Nightfury, and Northyface. At the presence of the bespectacled spotted queen, she would dip her head in acknowledgement and made a bit of a show out of placing her paw on the ground and walking on it a bit. Tender. Sore. But nothing she couldn't handle, ultimately, and a beaming smile was placed onto her features as she went on to assure, "It's feeling much better."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]The tigress wasn't one to spend a lot of time doing nothing.

You had to keep busy to keep ordinary, that was her philosophy. Nobody questioned activity in others - Not a soul would stop to wonder why another was spending their time hunting, for instance. But on the other hand, laziness was questioned; not only that, it was actively frowned upon, even scorned in her experience. It was true, Amita was practically building a life around appearing unquestionable. But if she were honest, and she was, the truth or everything actually was that she simply didn't know what to do in her free time. Or rather, she didn't know how to act.

During this particular evening, she was debating on how to relax naturally. Near the river of sewage did the young queen sit, occasionally changing her position as she wondered which pose looked the best.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Though she was already beginning to reflect that offering to lead her home may not have been the wisest of decisions, given her healing limb, it was far too late to retract her offer now, and even if she could she likely wouldn't. A smile would burst upon her features and she would nod, taking several steps forward and saying, "It's no problem."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Oh look, company! Amita found herself grateful, briefly, to be given the opportunity to socialize with them. A smile would etch onto her features as she looked to the servaline tom and the hyena, Ikki and Northyface respectively. "Hey, you two," she greeted lightly as she pushed herself up and into a sitting position. In response to the latter's question she would answer with a small shrug, "I can't complain, I guess. I'm a bit bored though." And actually, she really was.

Just after responding did Metallickisses come up, and she would dip her head slightly as she did so, responding, "Greetings," in return.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"How neat," she said, sincere fascination seeping into her tone as she came across the trio. What genuinely interested her was quite scarce in number, but yes, new discoveries did excite her. Amita was still quite young, just under a year old, and there was a lot to the world which she had not seen or experienced. Hot springs were one of these things. Curiously the youthful tigress would dip a paw into the water, certainly noting that the heat was a nice escape from the chill of winter, and without another thought she allowed herself to submerge herself up to the neck.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Vague interest would pique slightly at the feline's unique way of wording that suggestion, though she didn't consider commenting on it, it was something that made her think. Still, she responded positively with a question, head tilted slightly, "Did you have anything in particular in mind?" In truth, she would go along with whatever the rest of them wanted to do.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Hello, can I help you?" Amita asked as she padded over, a faint limp still to her step, though her paw was definitely improving. Focusing on the situation at hand, the ivory wildcat would examine the still fox, wondering what the point of her presence was. In all honesty, the queen doubted that she was there to cause trouble - Though she had heard of the trickster stereotype often attributed to the species.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Welcome," the tigress would say, hoping that she was projecting warmth and hospitality in her tone. Flash, flash, the photographer in her mind clicks away at their camera as her mood morphs on command. On a more logical level, she could feel more sincerely pleased at their arrival; More members were a good thing for the Havoc, she knew. "My name is Amita," she introduced. "I hope you like it here."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Interesting," the tigress commented as she joined the group, taking a moment to examine the now domestic queen. To herself, she wondered what it was like - Switching bodies. So many could do it as easily as they could blink, but she had no such ability that she knew of. Though she was content with being a tiger, she liked to think that it could be worthwhile having an experience in other forms; Just to experience a kind of diversity she couldn't understand. What would it be like to fly, for instance? "How do you like it?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"What does the 'I.D.' stand for?" Amita would ask with a tilt of her head, looking towards the vixen carefully. In the end, it didn't matter much, but asking wouldn't do her much harm, ultimately. Last names were interesting - They showed heritage. Though after asking this she would focus instead on the words said. "Anyway, welcome to the Havoc. My name is Amita." The latter part was less of an introduction and more of a correction, there was no reason for her to be addressed by anything other than her name.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita would nod, processing the information carefully - Drachen was an alias which she was vaguely familiar with, the female knowing that it had belonged to Coppermine's in Bloodclan. But perplexed she was at coming to this conclusion, and for the life of her she couldn't quite recall how it was she knew this. The other last name was more foreign to her, in fact completely so. As the question was parroted back to her, she would nod in confirmation, "My last name is Paramour."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita preferred to rest and rise early, if only for the sake of efficiency. Yet that night she had found herself tossing and turning, unable to sleep - Eventually she had realized the cause of this disruption, pinpointing it as hunger. So the tigress had left, escaping into the night to hunt something for herself. But the more she walked, the less she seemed to think about food, and she had become focused on her journey throughout the abandoned city.

The voices of her clan-mate's reached her long before she saw them, and she wondered what everyone else was doing so late at night. "Hello, everyone," the queen greeted with a twitch of her whiskers, settling down quietly to examine them. As for the night being nice, she hadn't really noticed, not one to be particularly moved by things like that. Normally she would have added something in agreement, but then she didn't, not feeling driven enough to in the moment - She blamed exhaustion.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Quietly did the tigress enter the scene, taking in the presence of Metallickisses' obstacle course with mild interest. Settling down beside Ivylights, she would consider the effectiveness of the vice-leader's creation. Amita had never participated in intentional exercise - The striped wildcat was very active as a whole, and thus had never felt much desire to add any extra work onto that. But still, it was an interesting idea, and she wondered if the queen would mind allowing her to take a spin on it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Amita had been wondering the deserted city, quiet and deliberate in her steps as she planned on evacuating into it's wooded surroundings for a hunt. Though at the call of a somewhat familiar vixen the queen would halt, eyeing the russet colored creature vacantly from afar. This situation was like all similar to it were, and the question she asked herself was not what she wanted to do, but instead it became a game of what would be expected of her to do.

Upon joining initially, it had been a slightly different gamble as she had questioned what others would do. Now she was beginning to understand that she likely had something of a developed personality, at least from the point of views of those she lived with. And so, she asked herself what she would normally do - The she that didn't truly exist. A combined effort of everyone she knew in the Havoc. A thousand staged interactions stacked upon each other. Oh, she was such a product.

"Hey, Phoenix," she said, deciding that she was sociable. And it was in her character to put off hunting to chat with those around her. Probably, at least. "We've met, I believe," added she as she settled down, giving her a small smile.

Give me warmth.

Flash.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Peter was one of the first creatures she had met upon joining the Havoc. Peter had been spunky, full of life, and more than capable of leaving an impression. Unique, to say the least, the winged fox had quite a personality. He had been something special, and though Amita had not known him personally in the slightest, she knew she should have been affected by his death, she knew that everyone should have.

As the tigress journeyed through the territory, following the sounds off commotion and distress ( the commotion being the brawl that ended the male's life, of course, and the sounds of distress coming from the grieving Jennie ) she would wonder what happened. And indeed, when she finally entered the scene, she was shocked. No, out of all the possibilities, she had not thought this one through. Granted, she had considered death to be a possibility. . . But death of this specific lad? No. This was her first reaction, a flicker of surprise, akin to what one might feel experiencing a plot twist. Her second reaction was the understanding that she should have felt much more.

Looking to the slumped figure of the fatigued healer, she would process the pain she was going through with dismay and discomfort. Discomfort which she, on some level, took shame in. It was quite pathetic, that she could not even feel anything for the grieving female who had helped her - It was quite pathetic that she couldn't feel for another's loss, even if not able to feel it personally. It wasn't empathy, it wasn't sympathy, even in that moment her life was all about her. Me, me, me. And it was about how her life was a tragedy for not being able to suffer.

Give me empathy.

Flash.

Give me compassion.

Flash.

Give me a break.

Her expression would falter and she would rush to Jennie's side, taking note of the false promises made by Phoenix - Oh, that was bad. Even she knew that was bad. Not a good idea. But that didn't matter. "I'm - I'm so sorry, Jennie."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Well," Amita started, in truth absolutely uncertain of what to make of that, exactly. But that was how she felt about a lot of things. This was no different. "That's better than the worst rough day ever." That was all she could come up with, and she knew that it was a god awful response. So she added a short laugh after those words to make it seem like a joke. "How are you, though? Really?"