`yeah, i'm kinda pissed | private, pariboo

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    [justify]Pockykit was feeling what pretty much everyone else was feeling about their current predicament: either disgusted, depressed, or incredibly pissed. Basically, ShadowClan wasn't exactly the most happy group of animals at the moment, and it was effecting the kit.


    The cinnamon point was leaning against the outer wall of the nursery, staring up at the sky as the sun set over camp, washing the area with a warm and golden glow that didn't match his mood at all. Sun, go down already. You're not helping. Or maybe it was. With each day, it was a step closer to getting rid of Pagannight and his daughter. It was enough to bring a hopeful gleam to Pocky's golden ocular.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"hey big bro!" hersheykit would sashay over to pockykit, grinning wickedly. "what's up, dude!" the fawn tabby female would smirk, seeming to dart around her brother. she wasn't exactly aware of the clan's predicament.

    The slender tom looked up to look at his cheerful sister, weariness passing over his face. How could one be full of energy at a time like this? But then again, this as Hersheykit. So instead of asking why she was happy, he simply responded, "Hey, Hersh. What's up?"

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"noooothing! just been in a coma or what I like to call lucid dreaming." she grinned, sitting at his side. "what about you?"

    Pockykit shrugged. He didn't want to say working, since that would be a bit of a downer, like her, he replied, "Eh, not much. I'd like to do something, though."

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"hm. what do you wanna play? I picked tag when we played with everyone, so you have to pick different." the fawn tabby grinned, rocking to and forth on her white paws.

    Pockykit sighed and thought for a moment. For once, he wasn't feeling up for a game, but he made an effort to come up with something to do. "Have you been outside camp yet?"

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"ummmm nope. have you?" she asked, blue eyes widening as a smirk grew to her maw.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"totally!" she would mew, nudging him playfully. "hurry up slowpoke!"

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"so where are we going?" she asked, turning around so that she was walking backwards.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]"well," she wrinkled her nose sassily. "somebody's grumpy."

    "Well, there's that stupid takeover and dumb rules, it's a little hard to be in an upbeat mood," Pocky meowed, his paws getting dirty as he treaded over the damp earth.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 9px; width: 350px;]she would frown, annoyance crossing her face. "[b]well do it, because there's no use in being a grump.[b]" hersheykit would roll her eyes and turn back around, ignoring him until she might find something interesting to share with him.