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Tallstep stands a step behind Crowsmile, shifting uncomfortably on their paws. Their stomach twists, though whether from nerves or the faint scent of fish drifting from the RiverClan patrol, they can't quite tell. They don't like this. Too many cats, too much tension. The weight of tension...

Tallstep stiffens slightly at the nudge, fur still fluffed up like they've just been struck by lightning. Their mind is still running at full speed, but the warmth of Orangeheart's touch is enough to throw a wrench in the gears, forcing them to stop—if only for a moment. They blink rapidly...

Tallstep's tail flicks in quick, nervous twitches as they weave through the underbrush, ears twitching at every rustle of leaves. The forest is alive with movement—birds shifting in the canopy, the scurrying of prey through the undergrowth, the occasional whisper of wind curling through...

Tallstep does not like birds. This was already a firmly held belief before one started trying to kill them, but now it's moving up the list of 'Things Tallstep Absolutely Cannot Stand'. Right under battle training and choosing where to sit at Gatherings. They hunker low to the ground, fur...

Tallstep startles at the sudden collision, instinctively pulling his limbs in close like a spider retreating from a threat. His mind, already a tangle of half-finished thoughts, frays further as the moss and trinkets scatter between them. His ears flick back, the urge to apologize immediate—too...

Tallstep watches from a short distance, ears perked as the kits chatter away. Their tail twitches as they shift their weight, caught between stepping forward and staying where they are. Kits are... a lot. Not in a bad way! Just in a way that makes their brain feel like it's skipping a few steps...

Tallstep watches the scene unfold from a few tail-lengths away, ears twitching as Radiantkit collides straight into Hopepaw's leg. Their fur bristles on instinct—was she hurt? Was Hopepaw upset? Should they step in? Oh, but no, Hopepaw looks… fine. Amused, even, in her own gruff way. And...

Tallstep watches the kits from a short distance away, their ears twitching at the sound of small paws scuffling against the cold earth. Mirthkit's chase is wild and unfocused, tiny limbs flailing after the unfortunate ladybug. They feel a flicker of something—amusement, nostalgia?—as the lilac...

Tallstep watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, ears flicking rapidly as their clanmates react—some with fascination, others with horror. They don't blame Ivysting for his outburst; honestly, they're right there with him, even if their own instinct is to shrink back rather than scream. Bugs...

Tallstep moves at an easy pace through the undergrowth, paws skimming over the damp earth. The forest is quiet aside from the rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird overhead. It's a nice day—well, as nice as any day can be when you're responsible for making sure an apprentice doesn't...

Tallstep pads along the well-worn path toward the border, their tail flicking absently behind them as they talk. Or, well, ramble. It's not unusual for them—words spill from their mouth like a stream with no clear direction, twisting and turning without ever settling on a single point. "—and...

Tallstep blinks, momentarily caught between two instincts—fight or flight—before settling on a third, safer option: awkwardly standing there and hoping the moment passes. It doesn't. Laughblossom is still looking at them, still smiling, still radiating that easy confidence that makes Tallstep's...

Tallstep hums to themself as they pick their way along the edge of the forest, paws brushing against the damp earth where the grass gives way to softer soil. The sky stretches wide overhead, a vast, endless thing painted in hues of early evening—gold bleeding into deepening blue, a handful of...

Tallstep doesn't see her coming. The chaos of the battlefield is overwhelming: snarls and screeches, the tang of blood in the air, the world reduced to a maelstrom of noise and motion. Their heart pounds like a war drum, echoing the urgency to keep moving, keep fighting, keep breathing. They...

Tallstep stands his ground, his tall frame taut with uncertainty and the weight of the moment. His mismatched eyes—one full of calm calculation and the other flickering with nervous energy—focus on Chickbloom as the Scottish Fold approaches. The chaos around them feels distant, like muffled...