She knew, after that political meeting the BlizzardClan leader started, that these guys got touchy real quick. As was their right, but such things made diplomacy more challenging, as she needed to dance to a game with slightly different rules than she usually played with. Whiskers twitching, she landed on the staircase with her breathing heavy -- yah, yah she needed to do more cardio, but to hell with cardio. Huffing, the red tabby called out, "Ah, hello? I'm Zenith, from the Prismatic Plains. Our name is officially changed to Color Command, since Yuri's taken up leadership. I was wondering --"
Her voice cut off as her blue eyes caught the sight of the floating island. Before, when she'd come for the meeting, they were in such a rush; she hadn't gotten to really see the beauty of BlizzardClan's territory. Not until now.