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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Former house cat, Zoe, had finally made up her mind after several extensive trips into the timberland. She'd stay within the wooded area for a duration, acclimatize to the territory that she had grown so fond of. If she were to reside here, it only made sense for her to consider joining SunClan. Having already made up her mind, she would simply await the ensuing as she approached the alliance's border. The conceited calico thrust her sinewy shoulders back, riveting her eyes upon the uncharted terrain.

"Knock knock."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Finally, company. When Zoe set her sights on the femme, she wasn't expecting to see a youthful she-kit with a gregarious smile plastered upon her maw. The situation only became stranger, when Zoe's aurelian visionaries glanced up at the sizable tigress. "Uh, yes. I'm Zoe, and I'm interested in joining your alliance." If this was what it felt like to be cordial, even polite, it certainly made her lips burn.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]And how long would that take? Honestly, Zoe had had enough of this affable front that she had been putting on. Standing there beneath the torrid dawn light was fatiguing, especially for a she-cat weighed down by layer upon layer of fur. What she needed, was a protracted doze.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]"I swear." Zoe attested prudently, her sharp hazel optics evenly meeting Creampaw's. It was about time, she was ready to catch some well deserved forty winks.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Zoe wasn't about to spend another lifetime searing beneath the sunlight. She was individualistic, a femme who would rather see things for her self. Not only was she a cat of few words, but clearly, a presumptuous diva. "Thanks, but a tour won't be necessary." She rumbled, parting her jaws in an inattentive yawn. Angling her ears towards Vanillapaw and Lydia, she allowed a subtle grin to tug at her lips. "It's a pleasure, Vanillapaw, Lydia. Call me Zoe." Though her tone of voice was tedious, as usual, a liveliness seemed to linger within the depths of her inscrutable gaze. Of course, it didn't linger for long. Your true to form primadonna girl.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]'Drama mamas'? That didn't sound promising, especially to egoistic Zoe. That, she would fret about another day. "Why, thank you. And yours' are likewise." She responded stably, returning her attention to the rest of the crowd. "Thank you for welcoming me into your alliance."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Yep. It had been the first time Zoe had actually set her sights on the capacious mansion. This was good enough for her, something she would happily live out her years in. However, she had to face it. Being one of SunClan's newest recruits, she would at some point have to acquaint her self with the clan's associates. Being all la-dee-da and high and mighty, this would be without a doubt a challenge for her. The clan would simply have to adapt to her outlook. Adjusting her posture, the calico scanned her surroundings and awaited the following.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]It was as if everyone could unravel her thoughts. "To be honest, Vanillapaw, I could get used to this." And that was no lie. Who wouldn't want to spend their entire life dwelling in a mansion? "Well, Spinningrecords, I go by the name of Zoe. No sobriquets, just Zoe." She mewed. It was simply Zoe's way of ventilating her self, by keeping things precise, only to be sure that her name wasn't unrecalled. "It's a delight to let next to you both."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Zoe did love social events. Well, not exactly. Either way, she was feeling communicative, and felt inclined to ausculate the latest. "Hello Libertykit, Vanillapaw." She rumbled composedly, plopping comfortably onto her posterior.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]"Hey there, Libertykit. Nice to meet you, Merle, and Spring. I'm Zoe." Zoe responded hospitably, meeting their gazes genially. She wondered what had Spring so enlivened, or in other words, keyed-up. Then again, it was probably part of the canine's compulsion. Dogs, a classification she would never apprehend.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]To be forthright, Zoe was bored and needed something to preoccupy her. "Salutations." The imperious calico yawned, expectantly angling her ears towards every individual. She was apathetic of the affairs of the camp, but even that didn't rid her of her curiosity.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]When Zoe heard 'paint', she conceptualized an activity known as face painting. Though the sizable Maine coon couldn't imagine befouling her pelt with a mysterious substance, she somehow impelled her self into asking, "What on earth is this stuff contaminated with?" She questioned impassively, studying the containers tinted with the vivid solution.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Whatever Zoe had thought about the activity, there was no way she could decamp from the situation. She just HAD to ask. In Zoe's opinion, varnishing a rainbow onto one's pelt was eccentric, which was exactly why she wanted out. She would come out of this with a gaudy, harlequin pelt, she was certain. "I'll give it an attempt."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]So, what next? Assuming that this was where the fun began, Zoe restively douched her paw into the muculent blue paste nearest to her. She could scarcely believe that she was the first to try. Dry-heaving in an undertone, she smeared the cobalt substance across a slab of rock. Being the genius that she was, she had successfully dyed her alabaster paw purple. Yipee.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]The periwinkle pigmentation bedaubed upon Zoe's paw would certainly last for a while. Parting her jaws in a detached yawn, she continued to stain her rock with the substance known as paint. Perhaps her paw's new coloration would turn out to be an adequate conversation starter.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]With an aloof expression playing upon her face, Zoe padded into the clearing with her auriferous visionaries inscrutable with disinterest. Settling with her paws tucked beneath her chest, she scrutinized the immense feline from a distance.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]"I'll come." Zoe mewed, promenading towards the felines gathered. Simpering towards individuals present, she made her self comfortable by tucking her ghastly white paws beneath her chest. Well, at least, they were white in color until she participated in that painting event. She was still scouring the purple out of her paw.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]"What's this about blue, poisonous rabbits?" Zoe inquired indifferently, pausing to lay her eyes on the outlandish creature. "Yep, I should've known it would be something otherworldly." She yawned.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]It was probably the word perfume that enticed Zoe into the activity, but she would never know for sure. Capering into the bedroom, she alighted next to Lydia with her mottled ears perked with interest. "I could help out, if you'd like." Queerly enough, her tone of voice came out sounding similar to an enlivened bluebird.