Amazingly, Coldblue is among the first to arrive upon hearing his father's words. While the youth still resents the captain for many reasons, he is doing his best to no longer be openly hostile. It is tough, though, when he sees what he interprets as irresponsible parenting in regards to Pincher promoting Goldie while she was still healing. What kind of loving, doting father perceives a promotion as a suitable response to a child who literally works herself to death to please him? Blue thinks that Pincher is undeserving of dear, sweet Goldie's love and devotion, but the boy pushes away that train of thought. He is tired of the barrier between himself and his father, mainly because it prevents him from fully integrating into clan life. He is done being the black sheep of the family.

The handsome young bengal spares his father only a curt nod as he creeps closer. He inspects each lantern with a careful eye, extremely concerned with picking one with the least physical deformities. It seems that he inherited his father's perfectionism, though he chooses to ignore that connection. Once he finds one that suits his fancy, the tomcat snatches up some utensils and retreats to the back of the group, hunching over his lantern so that no one can spy on his work. Coldblue is a private creature, one who scarcely even reveals his own emotions to himself, much less complete strangers. Hence, his decision to draw his three wishes. "Coldblue" is written in neat script at the very top of each panel, one on all four sides. It appeals to his sense of symmetry.

Carefully, he grasps a brush in his jaws and, with delicate brushstrokes, depicts a picture of what appears to a group of creatures all sitting close. "Wanted," he writes in teeny, tiny letters at the very bottom. Yes, all he truly wants to be accepted. By his family, by the crew. But everyone only loves Goldie, and Pinch for some reason, so he has always felt that he is on the outside of everything. He wants only to be wanted. The second picture is of several tools one might find on a ship. Beneath, he writes: "useful." Blue wishes not only to be accepted, but to find his place. His purpose. He hates seeing everyone he cares about get sick or injured and being able to do nothing about it. On the third panel is one that resembles Goldenluxury before she was struck by lightening. "Healthy," he writes beneath that one. Healthy in both mind and body. He is tired of seeing his wonderful sibling in such horrible situations. She does not deserve to be sick or wounded, and she does not deserve to distraught over their stupid father. All Blue wants is for her to be happy.

On the final panel, he does not draw a wish, but a family portrait beneath the cursive letters of his name. It depicts both Coldblue and Goldenluxury, sitting together on the ocean's edge. Aunt Rosemary lounges beside the siblings, looking elegant and powerful. Sand beneath their paws, sea grasses swaying on a dune behind them. In the background, two vaguely canine-shaped figures can be seen. It is supposed to be Pincher and Jacob, although Blue was careful to make them so vague that if anyone tried to bring up that point, he could easily deny it.

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Marcel didn't know how to paint, to read, to write, to draw, whatever really. He had no creative or imaginative bone in his body once so ever and frankly he actually somewhat hated himself for it. Learning on his own was not only a bore but a given struggle and like hell he would admit to his weakness and get someone to teach him, he was perfectly fine trying to learn on his own. Or in his own opinion he was. He was too stubborn and proud to let someone teach him things he really wanted to learn and frankly without a teacher he'd probably never learn them. Besides, it was time to push those thoughts out and join a momentous occasion and frankly his first one too. He had only joined the Typhoon a week ago and this would seem to be the first tradition of the group that was fun filled. This wouldn't be his first tradition of the group completely with his first ever being the one involving Haven Island, the one that made him deal with some... personal issues. After that was his blood division ceremony which wasn't bad but also wasn't good either. These people seemed to love making ceremonies that made you suffer.

When Marcellus heard this call he thought instantly that this was a ceremony where they probably shot people into the sky somehow to see how many lanterns they could catch when they landed and frankly the thought made his face move into one of nervousness but he limped over anyways to see that there was paint and lanterns. Looking up at Pincher with confusion, wondering why there wasn't anything dangerous here, he listened to the instructions being explained and then looked back at the lanterns. Surprisingly it had been nothing dangerous, a true shocker. The male looked around to see if he could find anyone to help him and he ended up finding an NPC who finished his lantern and was sitting idly. The king cheetah padded up to him and got the NPC to write on his lantern for him, instructing the male on what to say.