08-18-2018, 02:39 AM
When he joined he wasn't on the run anymore, not from humans at least. For all he knew Tanglewood could of instantly gotten mad at him for leaving so suddenly and tracked his scent to The Typhoon, but he highly doubted it. It had been a month and a few weeks since he left and frankly he no longer had that little bit of paranoid fear that he first got when he left Tanglewood and escaped from the capture of the humans. Due to the humans he was taken away from not only his family, but his home and formerly the only life he knew. Ever since he arrived the Typhoon he had been creating his own memories, a new life for himself and frankly he was more happy in this life than he was before he was taken by the humans.
Marcellus had been padding around the entrance of the Typhoon's home, slightly lost as he was trying to find his way back to his shack to take a few moments to rest. The pale looking feline huffed as he looked around, almost like he had been frantic. He began to pick up the pace in a certain direction before he ended up near the gate. He wasn't intending to stay long or at all really, just working on collecting his thoughts before he decided to stop being stubborn and ask someone for directions, but his ears flicked at the sound of a voice that had seemed yelling, frantic even. The male raised his head in alarm due to the voice sounding so unfamiliar, his body frozen in place. He wasn't sure what to do, does he go investigate? Does he stay put? He tried to gather himself for a moment.
The king cheetah had finally decided that he would investigate the frantic yelling, the male peering out the gate to see a bundle of stained white fluff racing towards him. What was that? The male squinted his eyes a bit harder and began to make out the form of a kitten, a bit shocked at how dirty the kitten was, but above that he was wondering why she had been running towards the gate yelling. "Whoa there, who are you? What do you need?" He tried to raise his voice though the tone still sounded scratchy, the rise of his voice making his throat hurt a bit. The king cheetah moved to the side to try and block Diya's way, looking down at her expectantly.
Marcellus had been padding around the entrance of the Typhoon's home, slightly lost as he was trying to find his way back to his shack to take a few moments to rest. The pale looking feline huffed as he looked around, almost like he had been frantic. He began to pick up the pace in a certain direction before he ended up near the gate. He wasn't intending to stay long or at all really, just working on collecting his thoughts before he decided to stop being stubborn and ask someone for directions, but his ears flicked at the sound of a voice that had seemed yelling, frantic even. The male raised his head in alarm due to the voice sounding so unfamiliar, his body frozen in place. He wasn't sure what to do, does he go investigate? Does he stay put? He tried to gather himself for a moment.
The king cheetah had finally decided that he would investigate the frantic yelling, the male peering out the gate to see a bundle of stained white fluff racing towards him. What was that? The male squinted his eyes a bit harder and began to make out the form of a kitten, a bit shocked at how dirty the kitten was, but above that he was wondering why she had been running towards the gate yelling. "Whoa there, who are you? What do you need?" He tried to raise his voice though the tone still sounded scratchy, the rise of his voice making his throat hurt a bit. The king cheetah moved to the side to try and block Diya's way, looking down at her expectantly.