Arcturus, thankfully, had not been washed up on the shores of Lacerta, but had been stranded here when the rain had begun. His wings were unfortunately not really great at catching water and flying while wet, so here he was, sitting under a bush near the beach, and trying to lick out the water catching in his pelt. He was, after all, feline at the core - he didn't really like getting wet, and it felt equally strange through his mane of stars. Water fell through it, but it was certainly effected by the damp conditions, feeling oddly heavier, moving slower. It was a bit indescribable, but mostly unpleasant.

He looked up from his place under the bush at the sound of a screech, alert. He caught sight of the other cat, fur puffed and shaking out water of their own, and knew immediately what was going on.

"Hey, hey!" he called out, pushing his head through the leaves and cringing at the water that immediately began peppering his face. "Over here, shelter! Its not much but there's room!"