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From nothingness, a starry figure emerged, tall enough to stand over the Leader of WindClan but youthful enough to feel compelled to slouch and bow regardless. Snailstride had not been close to the she-cat in life, but in death, they found themselves with an awful amount of time to watch...

A tangle of emotions had wrapped its way into Snailstride's brain upon Sootstar's demise. They were relieved that cats like them would no longer have to hide, they were terrified another tyrant would rise, they were uncertain of how to feel about those on Sootstar's council who remained within...

Twinkles appeared in the first cat who appeared before Sunstride. A familiar figure to the rosetted tabby, a warrior of WindClan, stolen from the world in their prime. Snailstride's eyes were rheumy, silver snot crusted their nose and their fur was as ragged as an elder's. But, they were smiling...

Snailstride [⚥] - WindClan - Moor Runner - Yellowcough @SNAILSTRIDE

They had slipped away early that morning before the dawn had cast its red maw on WindClan's camp. The Stars had not visited him, so they would meet the sunrise instead. Movements were ragged with fatigue, each step against his home's soft moors sending fire through his limbs. He was tired, he...

"Hmm, oh, right!" The blue eyes of the feline snapped open, their attention waning two paragraphs into Cottonpaw's monologue. He offered a sweet smile and nodded along, pretending they had any sort of clue what the princess was going on about. "Food's more fun than sniffing though," they offered...

Snailstride wasn't sure what he'd done wrong to be placed on a patrol with such WindClanners, but he kept his head held high and a grin stretched from ear to ear as they found solitary comfort at the back of the line. ShadowClan's border was one they'd visited once before, the jeers and taunts...

It was supposed to be a normal patrol: head down, job done to acceptable standards, perhaps a bit of banter with Periwinkle once the watchful eyes of Sunstride and Weaselclaw were elsewhere. Then, an apprentice runs forward, and with a slight grumble, the warrior followed after his clanmates...

Relationships weren't things Snailstride had ever taken seriously. They were childhood games or rumours to be thrown around like prey bones, a true commitment to anyone other than oneself was a horrifying prospect. It required a level of trust that the tabby didn't think they could have in one...

They couldn't remember the last time they'd slept of their own accord. Since Tigerfrost's death, there'd been a legitimate fear of meeting his bloodied form in the plane of dreams, telling them things they already knew about themselves but had been happy to hide so they didn't end up dead...

Just like that, the nice act was over. Snailstride's brows momentarily raised at the shift in personality before knitting together, their heart racing as they stood sideways to the other warrior. She spoke aggressively, as if they were not on equal grounds, as if they were some apprentice ready...

Tigerfrost's death was the second time they'd ever been hurt, truly hurt, and it was still so fresh that all they could remember about the Lead Warrior was how they looked when they died. They didn't care for revenge on the long-gone rogues, they just wanted their ex-mentor back. That was one of...

Suddenly, Snailstride appeared at the Medicine Den, skidding to a halt at its mouth and nearly colliding into a passerby as he struggled to turn in time. Their fur stuck up in every direction and the whites of their eyes showed as they peered into the dim room, their heaving pants stilling as...

Roleplayer: @PUNK Character: @SNAILSTRIDE Character tags: boop Are you okay with being tagged by non-HPs?: Yes Are you okay with your character being assigned to long-term tasks?: Yes Are you okay with being tagged in threads that may put your character in a fight OR dangerous situation?: Yes...

"It's to denote your rank. You're a kit, so you're called Thriftkit. Apprentices are slightly bigger and get their paws dirty while training so they're called paws. Your final name is your warrior name, which is sorta like showing off your special skill. I'm Snailstride because I'm a fast...