[Poprock]

Gingerkit stomped back into the nursery, russet fur fluffed out in annoyance. Her previously made moss ball hung limply in her jaws, her tiny teeth clamped down hard into the greenery.
No one had come to play with her! They must just be scared of how good she is.
Angerly plopping down her nest, she wrapped her fluffy tail protectively around her body, hoping to block out the chatter of the queens and other kits.