Petalkit growled at his barely respondending sister. Frustrated, he put a paw on her shoulder, then shook the she-cat angrily. "For once, Thunderkit, I'd like to worry about you and your sadness, or how you never do anything besides mope. I'd like to have a freaking life outside of you! You know how ridiculous we look, not playing around like other kits?" The tom wanted to stop, before his sister left him completely. But the anger made him continue. "I can't even focus on trying to recognize this wretched place because you won't let me leave you! I'm becoming your mom, even though I'm a boy. Do I have to hold your paw through everything, you dang lump of useless fur?!" Petalkit immediately knew he'd gone to far, hearing her slightly labored breathing. Probably about to go into a shut down. He whimpered as he laid down, crawling towards her scent till he felt her soft gray fur. "No, No. Come back, I didn't mean it..." The reply was unhealthy silence. She was in her own world now, even if her living body was here.