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

Things had been so hectic lately and honestly Sorbet had no idea how to feel about it. First Vikas...no Darkheart had come back into his life, saying that the life they lived had basically been false and had promised that he would change and would prove to him that he had. Next his brother had taken on the responsibility as Captain and is now leading the clan, which he is happy about he couldn't see anyone who would be better for the position than Sherbet.

But it was all too much for the feline and at this point he just need time away from the chaos of the clan and away from all the people. He just wanted some time alone to just think. So he had set out that morning and took off in a random direction, really he had no destination in mind he just wanted to find somewhere that was quiet and gave him solitude. His paws ended up dragging him towards the beach where he would walk the shoreline, head lowered and mind far away as thoughts lead him in different directions.

After some time the stench of blood drifted across his path, causing Sorbet to stop in his tracks. His head lifted, ears swiveling as he tried to search for where the smell was coming from. He couldn't locate where it came from so he turned in towards the scent and began to follow it and soon enough he was stumbling across another feline. His gaze narrowed in on the wound they seemed to have, a soft huff slipping from his muzzle as he watched the other try to take care of the wound. "You're doing that wrong," he stated with a slight coolness to his tone. He drew closer to the other, settling down onto his haunches. "Here let me do it for you."

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

Sorbet rolled his gaze as the comment, letting out a soft snort as Alex stood up to head out. His gaze followed the other feline, an eyebrow curiously lifting at the thanks. It was quite surprising to be thanked for nothing, or at least Sorbet didn't think he had done anything to require the gratitude. He shook his head and turned his attention away from the other, a paw lifting so he can groom the fur on top. "I think me and you both know that you won't be able to take care of that love," he hummed sarcastically. "But if you say so, I can see that the big bad kitty doesn't need any help," he teased.

Sorbet brushed his paw over the side of his face, now set on cleaning his fur if he was going to take the time to sit here. "There's no need to thank me it's not as if I did anything," he mused, not bothering to look at the other. After he felt that he was thoroughly cleaned the ice cream cat stood up, stretching out his front legs in front of him and toes spreading as his claws unsheathed themselves before hiding once again.

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

Sorbet's gaze flicked back over towards Alex before shaking his head lightly. "Well first off I would clean the wound," he started off while turning towards the other. "Then I would grab the necessary herbs to keep it from getting infected and then wrap it with said herbs," he huffed out as if anyone should know this information. He grumbled to himself, slightly irritated with the fact he was having to explain all of this but deep down he knew he didn't truly care. The feline was just being grumpy like he always was.

"As for who I am the name's Ube Sorbet Flóki but everyone just calls me Sorbet," he mused nonchalantly. "And might I ask just who you might be?" he asked curiously. Sorbet had seemed to be a little less grumpy at that point but it didn't take long for him to be irritated once again. He didn't appreciate being told that he shouldn't be here and for the other to act like he couldn't take care of himself. "I'm sure I'll be fine, I lived on my own long enough that I would hope I know how to take care of myself," he said with a snippy tone. Sorbet had to quickly learn how to survive on his own when he had left his lover, and he had plenty of close calls while he had been alone.

"I don't see why anything would get feisty, it's just me and you here unless you plan on attacking me or something," he snapped. His fur puffed up along his spine a bit, pupils narrowing into slits as he stared down Alex. He should listen to the other and leave, should save his hide before things got out of hand. But Sorbet didn't like backing down and he honestly didn't want to leave the other while they were clearly wounded. It went against his morals to leave someone who was hurt.

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

Sorbet huffed slightly at the question before taking the time to actually examine the wound itself. He needed to make sure that he was going to give the correct information before he started listing off herbs that he would use. "Well firstly I would use a mix of Marigold and Chervile Root and if it is causing any discomfort or pain I would give you some Poppy Seeds to help with the pain," he said while Alex sat back down again. "Once I've done all of that I would wrap the wound back up and check on it daily or once every other day," he mused.

When Alex finally introduced himself the look of neutrality never left Sorbet's expression. The feline hadn't been here when Roxanne and Diya were in control, and he hadn't heard enough stories about either one to have much of an opinion. Honestly it would be a surprise if he even knew who they were so it came to no surprise that he didn't recognize the last name. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Alexandre," Sorbet said, gaze flicking towards the other before drifting away. And it was true, it was nice to meet another face in the group but Sorbet would never admit that to anyone, especially not to Sherbet.

Sorbet sneered at the next comment, his ears flatten a bit against his head. "Well it's a good thing I never cared for my wellbeing dear." he snapped, pushing himself up to his paws as he spoke. His fur dripped to the ground while his lips were curled back in a silent snarl. He turned away from Alex, padding away from him before stopping once again. "If you don't do well with blood isn't that more of a reason to let me help you?" he ground out, head turning to peer at the feline over his shoulder. "Honestly I thought my brother was stubborn but you're starting to be more hardheaded than he is."

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

Living alone for quite a while left Sorbet no choice but to learn the needed herbs for different ailments, unless he was truly looking to get hurt which nine times out of ten he wasn't. Even once he moved into the group he kept a small supply of the most important herbs in his home and almost always carried some sort of bandage on him at all times. He patiently listened to what Alex had to say, orbs flicking towards the extended paw as he debated on what he should do next.

On one hand maybe Sorbet should just leave Alexandre to handle things on his own. He could offer the bandages and the herbs he has stashed away in his satchel and just walk away. Part of him felt like he was being too pushy and honestly this was a bit out of character for him. He had never been one to really want to interact with others in the group, always seen as the cold and harsh brother out of the siblings. But something about this other feline intrigued Sorbet and he couldn't deny that fact.

Now on the other hand Sorbet could stick with his argument and help Alex, to take the extended paw and trust that he would be safe. Deep down he knows that he shouldn't trust someone so easily, especially when they have insisted time and time again that it would be for the better if they were left alone. But did they truly want to be left alone? That was a question Sorbet couldn't answer and probably wouldn't ever get the answer to. But now he had a choice to make as he stood before Alex, the other's paw extended and wound shown to him. And so he took it.

Sorbet moved back over to Alexandre, sitting down in front of them and reaching out to take the paw that was offered. He leaned in closer to look at the wound, ignoring the pounding of his heart in his ears. "I've been bitten quite a few times in my life, if by chance I'm bitten again it's not going to bother me," he hummed, voice low as he spoke and loosing whatever tone he had before. "It looks pretty clean already so I'll go ahead and just wrap it with the herbs."

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