Marcellus living on the shore was usually one of the last to figure out things happening or sometimes one of the first. Sometimes things would happen at the gate with joiners or things would happen at the main hub of the Typhoon, Barracuda Bay. It was every morning that his paws would be graced by the sandy shore and every night that he would fall asleep to the melodic rhythm of the waves. Today something was off and different as he could feel it deep down that today something would happen as the rhythm just seemed off with him feeling weird. Marcellus was up in the morning this day and ready to do his daily routine when suddenly he heard the sounds of knocks on his door, his head lifting up in surprise. He didn't expect to live here much longer as nowadays he was usually at Luca or Junji's house or out of his house. Most the time his shack was now barren and empty without him inside it.
The Toyger began to limp towards his door, lifting himself onto his hind legs to press his paws against the golden knob as best as he could manage. In this small body he couldn't do much and struggled greatly in this process. Once the door swung open, he was shocked to see his kin standing there looking right at him. "Oh, hello Elijah." He rung out from his jaws, a mix of confusion but also happiness. He was a bit surprised to see Elijah over here but didn't question it, instead listening to what the domestic had to say. At first he was only more confused, face furrowing as he tried to make sense of what his child was babbling about, but then in an instant he realized what was happening. It was almost like a flash with Marcellus zooming past his son and straight out of the shack, landing on his paws but nearly toppling over himself. He raced his way to the shore where the rest of his children stood, his eyes looking over the strained kit. "Shh help is here." He muttered quietly. There was a pit of uncertainty of he tried to make sense of what to do. There was so little he could do as he wasn't a healer and barely knew anything about herbs. For now he would try to lap at the kitten's fur and curl his body around their figure to supply warmth.
With that hopefully done, Marcellus closed his eyes and focused in on Luca with him trying to pass on the message of a hurt kit at the shore.
The Toyger began to limp towards his door, lifting himself onto his hind legs to press his paws against the golden knob as best as he could manage. In this small body he couldn't do much and struggled greatly in this process. Once the door swung open, he was shocked to see his kin standing there looking right at him. "Oh, hello Elijah." He rung out from his jaws, a mix of confusion but also happiness. He was a bit surprised to see Elijah over here but didn't question it, instead listening to what the domestic had to say. At first he was only more confused, face furrowing as he tried to make sense of what his child was babbling about, but then in an instant he realized what was happening. It was almost like a flash with Marcellus zooming past his son and straight out of the shack, landing on his paws but nearly toppling over himself. He raced his way to the shore where the rest of his children stood, his eyes looking over the strained kit. "Shh help is here." He muttered quietly. There was a pit of uncertainty of he tried to make sense of what to do. There was so little he could do as he wasn't a healer and barely knew anything about herbs. For now he would try to lap at the kitten's fur and curl his body around their figure to supply warmth.
With that hopefully done, Marcellus closed his eyes and focused in on Luca with him trying to pass on the message of a hurt kit at the shore.
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