[wren]

Goosecurl | They/Them
Short smoked tabby with a cream underbelly and pale yellow eyes
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It was a venomous back and fourth, screeching and yowling like animals, some sucking up and some going waaaaay far in the other direction. After Goatsneeze snapped back at them they only offered a stern stare. It wasn’t like Goatsneeze was the only one with a child. They too had their own young, though they hadn’t gone to check up on them… yet. They gave their shoulders and indignant shake, disgusted by the rowdy behaviour. Anger was one thing, being upset that you’d been mistreated, that lives were lost, if anybody was deserving of that anger it was the clan. But if you succumb to it? You lost. You were fighting a losing battle. Once Tinystorm emerged there was a whole new round of accusations flying back and fourth, even Gingerfrost was pointed out.

Goose felt like sinking straight into the floor. The lack of civil dispute was beyond them. The growling the spitting? They all were acting like ANIMALS. Could there be a point argued? Well.. negligence had ended them here. Had they known enough to point fingers they would’ve, maybe not like this. A silent one on one discussion where they were faced with the reality of the failure and given the choice to make steps to change. Not pretty words.