[wren]

Goosecurl | They/Them
Short smoked tabby with a cream underbelly and pale yellow eyes
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Pikestar seemed awfully grave, the way his eyes shifted from cat to cat and seemed to delicately pick his words.. and yet? Nobody. Nobody saw this coming. Well at least not them. And they, who was excellent at guessing was awfully thrown off by the resignation. Goosecurl blinked, and awaited for the outpouring of screeching from the clan. Perhaps in joyfulness, perhaps in mourning.

Was it honourable to resign? Well… in this situation? After one simple mistake? Well perhaps that wasn’t so simple. Goosecurl stared onward, awaiting the clan as it took a breath. The one moment of pause…