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[color=#FFFFFF] Like ice, the lioness was still. So, completely still, lifeless, almost. Her legs were shaking with the suspence, but for some reason, that didn't scare the butterfly. It was prange and blue, and although she had never seen one, reminded her of a fish. Aside from a twitch, it didn't move, just like her, as the cub wondered that, if she moved, would it mind? As an expiriment, she slowly liftedd her paw, flowers sprouting up under her steps, and hovered it near the insect. It didn't move either, which was totally cool, right? Zoe wondered how long she'd have to stay like this, before she'd have to scratch her nose; it was really, really tiggly.
"O-okay, Mister - Or miss - butterfly, your gonna have to move now ..." Pursing her lips, she wiggled her nose like a rabbit, yet the butterfly hung on. "Please? I know you like it up there, for some reason or other, but if you could just pretty please fly away?" The butterfly stared her in the eye with beads, and the cub huffed. Despite her efforts, it stayed, and the pretty little lioness frowned, blue eyes going dull. "You're a -" Zoe paused, feeling something build up in her chest. "You're a - a - a - !" The alabaster she went flying, tumbling over herself as a strong but quiet sneeze racked her body. Landing on the ground on her back, Zoe looked upwards, hoping to see the butterfly gone, which was exactly what she got. A huge smile growing on her maw, the cub was soon to realise she was on a different clan territory, messy haired and with pink flower petels dancing from the sky and landing all over her pelt.