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Recently Marcellus had been dealing with his sickness that lasted for a few months before it finally started to clear up. Here and there he would end up in bouts of coughing but more or less they were slowly going away, nothing more than a few hours in between each one that came out his mouth. On top of his sickness clearing up, it was slowly becoming better in the sense that his strength was returning to him and he was no longer pale like a ghost, vibrant color returning to his pelt that was slowly beginning to grow sleek again instead of the ragged type back when he was first sick. His nose was no longer runny anymore and he felt a lot better, able to go back to his daily routines of jogging, sparring, all that other good physical activity. However, it didn't hurt to get checked out again to make sure he was truly ridden of the cold that plagued him before. He had seen Aita before these checkups to help his throat when he burned it with tea, her giving him honey to cool off his throat a bit. He had to admit that it did damage his throat a little but nothing that wasn't too far from being healed.

At the sound of the call the king cheetah began to limp up, his eyes looking over to Sylvina briefly before he went to wait in line with the Pincher kid, settling down on the ground slowly. He would need to get his twisted leg checked as well considering he never had a checkup on it before, needing to make sure he was good of infections due to how many wounds covered it. Shifting uncomfortably, the male gave a small cough and shifted his limp leg out from under his body, waiting patiently for the healer to call him in.