Sherbet wrote off all the signs, he realized in hindsight. He wrote off the dark ominous clouds as a severe thunderstorm approaching. He wrote off the intense humidity as the change in seasons. He wrote off the wildlife being quieter as migration happening for birds and the marine life knowing a storm was coming. He wrote off the massive booms of lightning. He regretted that all now as he stood on the beach, seeing the mist of rain across the ocean approaching so quickly he could hardly think. His mind flashed back to the Glades. His eyes were wide with fear as he gazed out at sea, recognizing the look of the sky before disaster struck. He knew the moment he saw the rain pound across the waves until it finally hit the Captain, his ice cream pelt flattening oddly, the sand kicking up from how hard the rain was hitting the ground. The waves were already swelling so much, it was all he could do to flee towards town, his paws slipping and breaths stuttering.

Reaching the main area of town, the rain couldn't even drown out Sherbet's raw, unfiltered screech, "STORM! GET TO HIGH GROUND, QUICK!" His paws slapped on the heavy mix of sand and dirt, his legs trembling as he fought his instincts to run, his brain screaming at him to get to safety, screaming, 'No, not again!' Those of the Glades who didn't survive the hurricane kept flashing into his head as he sprinted from building to building, calling at the animals with wings to help inform anyone who was outside of where he busted in to warn the group. His claws, some still broken from his division ceremony, were muddy and unsheathed from his stress. His roaring anxiety bites at his heels as the water keeps climbing higher and higher, he knew it was a matter of time, but he needed to make sure everyone was safe.

He refused to lose another person.

The waves kept crashing as the water climbed, and Sherbet could only watch in horror from where he faintly clung to the top of a small building as the parlor, the docks, and even the houses were beginning to submerge. His eyes glazed with horrible memories as a huge wave swept the shell-shocked Captain away from his would-be safety. He numbly noted that maybe he should've learned to swim before he began flailing. Paws desperately churning as he hyperventilated, maw hung open in pure terror as he fought to stay afloat. His thoughts swirling around all those Glades deaths, of how it could happen a second time, of how the Typhoon was being swept away, of how he hoped in his panic that as many of the crewmates got to safety before the waves started crashing upon the town center.

[PART OF THE TROPICAL STORM EVENT]

Vacant eyes took in Scyllios' desperate mental commands, it was as if all the energy and life was sucked out of him as he stopped trashing and panicking. Sherbet didn't feel connected with his body as his claws barely hooked into the top of a building, dragging his exhausted and shocked body all the way onto the platform. All he could do was numbly watch his crewmate jump onto the water, and barely had a thought about it. Idly, hearing the latest joiner of the Typhoon make a quip, the ice cream cat couldn't summon the energy or want to laugh like he normally would. His green eyes still empty as he looked at the violent waves raging across the territory. His only hope is that no one died, no one was lost.

Sherbet slumped, finally, exhaustion tugging at him as he let out a mournful choked wail for all the carnage the ocean gave them. For all the pounding flashbacks of the Glades' horrific hurricane. For all the scrabbling and screams as others got caught in the waves.

For how they will have to rebuild and hope it feels like home again.

You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Crewmate of the Typhoon.

Sorbet had never been found of the rain, preferring to stay indoors whenever a storm decided to torment the Typhoon. He always hated how the rain messed up his fur and made it cling to him in such odd ways. And so it was no surprise that he was curled up in his home during this storm, safely tucked away with his paws curled up under his body and his ears taking in the sound of the droplets hitting the roof of his house.

He hadn't heard Sherbet's call to get to higher ground, he hadn't noticed the steadily rising water that slowly made its way inside his home. No for his eyes had been fluttered close while he relaxed with a soft purr. It wasn't until the water hit his body that he finally noticed it, eyes snapping open and quickly taking in the situation. He quickly stumbled out of his home, stopping at the edge of his porch when he noticed how high the water already was.

Sorbet shook his head, clearing his mind of the panic he felt and leapt off his porch, wading through the steadily rising water as he searched for his brother. He quickly tried to get to higher ground, hoping that he would find Sherbet somewhere along the way but his efforts seemed to be futile as the current of the water was growing too strong for him to fight. He fought to swim in the water, trying to get out of it and get to safety but he was growing tired and soon enough he was swept away by the current.

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