[shoomy]

Snapfury looked around him. He hated it. He hated everything there. Too loud, and it was too stressful. He had too work so much on tuning everything out that it was getting harder too not yell. It was too chaotic, and he couldn't trust himself not to... Snap?

That's where his name came from. once he snapped, he was loud and angry. He didn't want to be that person. That cat was mean, and Larkstar had enough problems already and didn't need another problem creator.

Snapfury Folded his ears flat against his head, blocking out as much as possible. Fishpaw wasn't helping. Overwhelmed with stress, Spafury vigorously licked his leg fur and massaged the dirt. He tried to exert as much energy as possible (peacefully), but he felt like he was destroying his leg with how much he was licking it.

Snap began to bit his tail, which worked a bit more, but his fur began to come off, so he began attacking the dirt as if it was an enemy. As Fishbreath continued, he attacked harder.

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