should the girl be moving around right now? no, probably not. was she going to anyway? oh, absolutely. but, it's alright. it was for a little activity that wasn't too physically demanding. an activity everyone would hopefully be able to enjoy!

with everything that's going on, she honestly needed something to hopefully unwind. a kite was an easy, nice thing to make. although perhaps that was selfish of her to do it for herself, so she decided to share it with everyone else, and prepared an abundance of kites of various shapes, colors, and sizes. she even got some paint out in case they wanted to decorate their own.

the young girl set them out along a few towels along the beach, having lynn help her carry the supplies as she hobbled over everything. goldie's hind legs dragged behind her as she moved, and shook with each step. the injured girl leaned heavily on her walking stick she'd acquired and basically could only move because of it.

goldenluxury, after finishing her set up, would grab a small, blue kite that she'd painted a yellow sun on and begin to fly it. "c-come over hh-here i-if you'd l-like to decor-rate and fl-fly ss-some kites!"

goldie's eyes drifted to her own kite as she waited for others to arrive, her legs shaking. the injured girl sat quietly, sighing silently before shifting her attention as a little python approached first. she perked her ears slightly, curious as to who this was - if anyone. she didn't say anything, instead watching the other and smiling as she noticed the smile on her face.

she grew distracted, though, as caesar arrived. her smile faded. she did not like the male at all, and she certainly didn't appreciate him seeing her in this state. she knew that she was weak - he didn't need to tell her. she twitched her ear at his words, rolling her eyes. "t-to have a l-lil' fun, caesar. i g-guess you're j-just not cre-creative enough to en-enjoy it." she said simply before looking away as lucifer approached, simply nodding to his words.

"if anyb-body wants m-me to hh-help decor-rate their kite, i-i can."

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Never had he done things like kite flying before he was taken from his family and friends but he was definitely eager to try it. The only problem was the writing portion, or drawing rather. He could barely write so he wasn't sure how drawing would work out for him. The cheetah wasn't particularly planning to do anything today as he was still recovering his throat from the burning of tea and of course, recovering from being sick for an entire month. But why the hell not? When he saw the event in the distance he had been limping down Barracuda Bay as a little walk to exercise his stiffening joints, paws sinking in the heated and warm sand and his eyes showing nothing more than boredom. He couldn't run since he lost breath way too quickly and he couldn't do much anything else due to being sick, not wanting to infect the entire population of the Typhoon. Though, it would definitely give their enemies a good chance to one up them and an advantage as well, if the entire population of the Typhoon did become sick. Luckily for Typhoon he had no plans to infect everyone as if he were the plague.

The king cheetah lifted his head to see a kite flying in the sky and instantly he was intrigued by the site, the male padding over to the scene and giving a flick of his tail in greeting. He didn't want to strain his voice too much so that it could heal, and especially right now he definitely needed that silence to let it heal. The male looked over to one of the darker shaded red kites lied on the ground and he picked one up in his jaws as delicately as he could manage, moving over to the other side of the event site. The one he had grabbed was the shade of a stereotypical kite but it had been in the shape of a heart. The male turned his head and grabbed a small tipped paint brush in his jaws, dipping it into light pink paint and bring it back out to smear it on his kite. What he was trying to draw originally was a lollipop but it ended up looking more like a disfigured animal. Lifting his head up to see his work, Marcel frowned, his face full of nothing but frustration.

What was he doing wrong?

He dipped his brush in the water to clear it off before moving it to the white paint and bringing it back out, basically jabbing it right onto the kite and trying to draw a straight line right below he pink blob. Instead of drawing a regular straight line he ended up making an entire and immensely large "L", the king cheetah growing even more frustrated which was beginning to tempt him into just giving up at that point. Marcellus took a deep breath and dropped the paint brush to the ground, deciding to just stop there and fly it as is. He grabbed the handle of the kit with his paws and watched as the wind began to pick his kite up, the large red colored kite with a big pink blob on it and a white L flying in the sky. Out of everyone else his kite probably took the cake for the worst one.