Cheesemuffin sat in the corner as usual, spinning a knife in his hand. The object entertained him, but deep within, he knew he could never attend this gathering of writers. KaW had treated him well, but he'd grown tired. No amount of fun or persuasion could convince him to stay. Even though noone seem to have noticed, KaW had declined from it's once great moment. And with this news in mind, Cheesemuffin knew his last post in KaW was soon to come.