If Amitola was a character in a fairytale, he would very likely be one of Cindrella's wicked stepsisters. He was just as vain, cared just as much about getting to the handsome boys first and had a flair for being fabulous. Naturally, this also meant he could be mean-spirited to the commonwealth he came across, but that could be said for anyone with standards, right?
There were few who he came upon who understood him perfectly. One of the few, walked beside him that very day: a sabertoothed bobcat, Roxx Starr, a diva if anyone ever saw him. That cat could strut nearly as well as Amitola himself! They were cruising contentedly through the western forest, their end game being the hot springs at the far west cliffs. If all went well, they would end their travels with a luxurious bath in the springs and maybe find someone worth chatting to along the way!
"Looks like you're feline good, Roxx Starr!" Amitola chimed as his familiar leaped onto a fallen tree and pranced down it as though it was, well,
a catwalk.
"Oh, you know I am, Ami!" Purred Roxx Starr in agreement. "Something tells me that we're going to find something excellent today! Just wait and see!"
Zingling"