[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Funhouse was in a state of mania -- which could be considered a good thing, if only for awhile. However these manic episode lasted quite a while -- weeks, even. Of course, no one in SunClan really knew her, so they probably didn't assume anything was wrong.
In the dead of night, the cream tabby strode around camp, humming to herself. It was the only sound present, save for the occasional chirp of a cricket. Typically, she would've been sleeping, but when she was manic, she didn't need sleep. At least, not a lot of it. With a sigh, the femme took a seat, glaring up at the sky. "Those birds are so loud!" She said to herself, or anyone else who happened to be awake at the moment. Lo, there were no birds around. They were all asleep or gone.