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Last Updated: July 15, 2015

Basic information:

Name: Landfall
Nicknames: TBD
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: Male
Species: Cat
Breed: Mixed breed
Allegience: RiverClan
Rank: Young Warrior

Personality:
[Caring/Compassionate]
Landfall is very in tune with his emotions, even if he doesn't allow them to be seen on the surface by most cats. He was much more expressive and tender hearted as a kit, but experience has taught him it is good to feel, but it can be a disadvantage for others to be able to read it on his face. New emotions he may have yet to encounter can confuse him for a while, but he is otherwise able to empathize with others quite well. He hates to see anyone in pain whether it be physical, mental, or emotional, and will try to offer any comfort he can.

[Strong-Willed]
He goes after what he wants and sticks to what he thinks is right. If he is ordered to do something and sees it as wrong, it takes a lot of convincing to get him to change his mind if it can be changed at all. Often times he comes off as stubborn, something he admits to. Landfall is not happy having decisions made for him and greatly values the direction of his life being in his own paws.

[Responsible]
You'll almost never find Landfall 'slacking off' if he's supposed to be doing something. Being the oldest of his littermates, he felt it was his duty to keep watch over the others which has carried over into his warriorhood, despite his young age. Part of him worries his excessive vigilance can be annoying and the other part doesn't really care if it is or not. It does make it difficult for him to loosen up and have fun even when he is given the opportunity.

[Loyal]
Landfall views most of the clan as family. The last thing he would ever want to do is betray any of them, making him mildly hostile towards strangers and cats from other clans. At gatherings or when meeting a patrol he will be mannerly and properly cordial, but does not intend to be making friends or anything deeper out of cats from outside of his clan.

[Sarcastic]
Though he has a hard time with fun, such as playing or racing other cats, Landfall does have a sense of humor. There's always time for a joke or comment as long as the situation isn't entirely inappropriate. Sometimes the things he says come out as mean or rude, even though he doesn't meant them to be. He is often quick to apologize, even if the cat he was talking to isn't offended.

[Overprotective]
For some cats, he sees danger lurking around every corner. Landfall is constantly offering words of caution and telling cats how they could and should be more careful. This is especially noticeable with she-cats and apprentices. Even as an apprentice he would caution the others during their activities, often making him the stick in the mud of the group.

[Bossy/Controlling]
Part of his being overprotective means he tries to tell others what to do. Sometimes he is in the right, such as when instructing a young apprentice or misbehaving kit, other times he is just being over bearing and annoying; he can admit to when he is being ridiculous and is aware that he does it, but can't seem to keep himself in check, an irritable fact both for him and his clanmates.

[Guarded]
Though he likes having deep conversations with others about their own problems, he is very hesitant to let himself grow too fond of or attached to any cat for fear of losing them. Despite this, he can't help it sometimes and his feelings get out of his control. To protect himself and those he cares about he tries to keep his feelings off his face, especially around cats who could potentially be a threat.

Physical Information:
Body Type: Stocky, strong build, broad shoulders
Landfall is still young and is currently smaller than he will be at full maturity. While he is built thick, his limbs are still wiry.
Height: Above average
Weight: Above average

Scent: Landfall smells of damp earth, cool stones, and has a mildly sweet tinge of lavender that clings to his fur.

Other Important Information and Facts:
Voice:
Voice Actor: Nicholas Hoult

Orientation: Heterosexual - Interested in females
Status: Open
Activity: No previous activity
Preferences:
Physical:
+Dark fur of any color
+partial to blue or green eyes
+larger than average (but still smaller than him)
Personality:
+Brave, honest, kind
+able to challenge him

Likes: Swimming, rain, cool breezes
Dislikes: extreme heat

Brief Backstory:Chapter 1
Crowbelly was a young warrior with dark brown tabby fur, so dark it looked nearly black at times. His ceremony and vigil having taken place just six moons earlier, but he was already quickly gaining respect from the other warriors. He had defended the clan well in a few boarder skirmishes already and never came back from hunting without enough prey for a good meal; besides his regular duties, Crowbelly was friendly and good natured, able to easily enjoy the company of nearly any cat. It seemed to most that he might even make a good choice for deputy, though such a decision would not need to be made for a good many seasons. Outwardly it appeared Crowbelly couldn't have been happier with the state of his life, all but one thing he hadn't considered until his best friend, a robust ginger tom called Cedarfang, came to him one day in an excited fit.

Cedarfang and his mate, Willowheart, had been inseparable from their apprenticeship, had become mates almost immediately after their warrior ceremonies, and were now expecting their first litter of kits. Crowbelly was beyond happy for his friend, but soon began to think. He hadn't really considered the topic of a mate and kits in his own life very seriously. At some point he thought he might like to have them, maybe soon even, and so he began to broaden his attention towards the females in the clan to consider them not just as fellow warriors, but as potential mates. A few she-cats in the clan seemed to admire him enough that it could possibly blossom into something more, but over the next two moons he only succeeded in making a good friend out of Willowheart's sister and happily playing matchmaker for a couple of younger warriors named Gingerstreak and Graystorm.
Though he hadn't entirely given up his search, Crowbelly decided that now just wasn't the time for him, and put aside his search just in time to welcome his friends' kits. It was a large litter of five kits, all strong and healthy and an adorable combination of each of their parents. There were two toms - Darkkit and Reedkit - and three she-cats - Silverkit, Dapplekit, and Fawnkit. Crowbelly was happy for his friends of course, but only visited the new family a few times, finding himself swept up in his duties as he tried to take on a good portion of Cedarfang's work while he was preoccupied.

Chapter 2

Over the course of the next few moons, those five kits grew and ventured out of the nursery, playing and exploring and generally getting under paw as usual. It was a burden at times, but their apprentice ceremony still came all too soon for their parents. Willowheart wept happily during the ceremony, and Cedarfang could hardly contain his apprehension at the thought of any of them having the misfortune of going into battle. He was only mildly settled when the youngest of the kits, now called Fawnpaw, was apprenticed to Crowbelly. Fawnpaw was overjoyed by the mentor she had been given; there was no shortage of stories to be told about him, most from her father about their days as apprentices, but he seemed like one of the best warriors which of course meant he would be an excellent mentor. The first five moons passed easily with Fawnpaw and her siblings advancing well; Fawnpaw particularly excelled at fishing, encouraged by the pride in her mentor's eyes, making her even more excited for their approaching warrior ceremonies with each passing day. It was around this time however, when Crowbelly began to act strangely.

It took Fawnpaw by surprise the first time he snapped at her when she stumbled over one of her brothers who had tripped during battle training. Never before had she heard Crowbelly snap at anyone at all, and it frightened her more than she cared to admit. A lecture about watching her feet more carefully followed leaving Fawnpaw looking at her feet in shame with her tail wrapped around herself, determined to do better during their next training sessions. Unfortunately she was never given the chance as each session became progressively worse after that. Crowbelly was constantly nitpicking at her even when her movements were nearly flawless, lecturing more than he needed to and almost never offering praise. At first it hurt Fawnpaw, making her chest ache with sadness and causing her to wonder just what she was doing wrong or what she had done to make Crowbelly angry with her. Eventually she grew suspicious that perhaps it wasn't her that was the problem, but that Crowbelly was taking out his own problems on her. She kept quiet however, even as the next moon passed and her siblings were made warriors while she was forced to return to training. Luckily after another two moons, an assessment was demanded of Fawnpaw, which was conducted by another warrior. A few cats had begun to worry sokkmething was amiss, but found that Fawnpaw was more than competent and thus would soon be made a warrior.

The moons that had passed were hard for Fawnpaw, and Crowbelly knew it was his fault, but he was confident she had no idea how difficult they were for him as well. As her initial assessment was nearing, he'd began to notice the attentions Fawnpaw and her sisters were receiving from a few of the young toms and it bothered him a great deal. At first he put it off as looking out for the young she-cats; that didn't last long however, when he realized that the toms talking to Fawnpaw bothered him more than it did with the other two. He tried to put it aside as being overly protective of his own apprentice, but in his heart he knew it was a lie. Somewhere along the line, Fawnpaw had charmed him and he was absolutely terrified. She was his apprentice, not to mention his best friends' daughter, and so he did his best to distance himself from her by being harsh and critical. It had the desired effect, but with the addition of guilt on his part. When Fawnpaw was allowed to become a warrior, he stayed just long enough to hear the clan begin chanting her new name - Fawnheart - then walked out of camp.

Chapter 3

Fawnheart was absolutely outraged by Crowbelly's behavior and the following night, after she'd completed her vigil, she followed him out of camp as he escaped into the darkness for the second time. The tom came to a stop, knowing he was being followed; he had an insult or rude comment of some sort prepared but Fawnheart beat him to it.

"What exactly is your problem with me, huh?" She demanded baring her teeth and getting uncomfortably close as she growled. "You've been rude to me for moons and I'm almost positive I didn't do anything to you!"

Crowbelly hesitated, not sure how he should answer. The idea of a relationship with Fawnheart still seemed inappropriate in his mind,but part of him was urging his words to be honest as they escaped him. "You're too close." Was all he could manage.

"That's not an answer! I'll get as close as I have to to get some answers out of you, you arrogant furball!" Fawnheart snapped, surprising Crowbelly again. He'd always known Fawnheart had a fiery personality on the inside, but had never seen it himself and it just made him want her more.

"That was my answer. I need to push you away before I do something stupid." Crowbelly finally blurted out. Fawnheart looked confused, echoing the look with her words. "I... I... think I fell in love with you."

"...What?" Fawnheart's eyes widened and she took a step back, looking as if she was afraid of him when she hadn't been just a heartbeat before. Desperate to explain, Crowbelly stepped forward, realizing his mistake too late. Fawnheart lashed out with one paw, raking her claws across his face and leaving three long cuts over his muzzle and forehead, somehow managing to miss his eyes. Still the blow was painful and began to drip blood down his face and into the grass beneath their paws. Horrified, Fawnheart turned and ran back to camp without a backwards glance.
Crowbelly found himself angry, not at Fawnheart but at himself. It had been foolish to tell her the truth and he now feared his admission had widened the gap between them more than his lashing out ever had. When he returned to camp he was questioned mercilessly about the wounds to his face, only just managing to explain them with a story of an aggressive loner trespassing on the clan's territory. Over the next few days he avoided Fawnheart at any cost, and it seemed she was avoiding him as well. It worked until they were both directed to the same patrol; as luck would have it, the patrol split up, leaving the two of them to investigate boarder markings while other pairs did the same farther down. The two were awkward and quiet until Fawnheart spoke up.
"I'm sorry. About your face." She said quietly, looking at him from the corner of her eye. Crowbelly started to respond, but didn't get the chance before she spoke again. "I thought you were going to...hurt me or- I don't know! You shouldn't scare cats like that! It's a miracle someone hasn't struck you already, do you know that?"
Crowbelly could only blink at her as he thought about what she had said. It had been genuine fear in her eyes and that nearly made him sick.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said anything." Part of him wanted to leave it at that and just continue their patrol, but his heart wouldn't have it. A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached out with his tail to stop Fawnheart in her tracks and he turned to face her. "My behavior these last few moons has been unacceptable. I'm sorry for all the pain and trouble I've caused you. But I would never, never hurt you." With that he bit his tongue and looked at his paws, afraid to meet her eyes.
"Because you love me?" Fawnheart asked softly after some hesitation. Crowbelly only nodded, still not looking at her. His eyes were carefully trained on a twig that was resting between his paws until he felt the warm touch of Fawnheart's nose against the top of his head. He froze, too scared to move when she leaned closer, gently licking his cheek and nuzzling the cuts on his face that would soon begin to scar.
"I feel the same. Now I mean." Fawnheart replied breathlessly. "Before I was scared and unsure and... I wish you would look at me."
Unable to resist the plea in her voice, Crowbelly lifted his head, amber eyes meeting her green ones, surprised to find a reflection of his own feelings staring back at him.

Chapter 4

When Crowbelly and Fawnheart made it public knowledge that the two were mates, it was received with mixed reactions. On one side, many cats were simply happy for them, overjoyed that Crowbelly had finally found someone to share his life with, Willowheart included. Cedarfang and a good many others felt the opposite, echoing the exact protests Crowbelly had told himself time and again - Fawnheart was still quite young as well as his best friend's daughter, both factors that had Cedarfang furious. For moons he refused to speak to Crowbelly or even acknowledge his presence outside of a growl in his direction. Slowly the upset began to die down, much to the new couple's relief - just in time for the start of their family.
Fawnheart and her sister Silverwave gave birth within hours of each other, ending the long night with both of them having a nest full of kits. Silverwave had three daughters, their father a formidable solid white tom by the name of Snowclaw. Despite his name and appearance, he was a kind and gentle tom, the perfect match to Silverwave and a great comfort to Crowbelly at the time. He was excitable and uttered congratulations so many times Crowbelly actually lost count by the time Fawnheart gave birth to the last of their litter, now complete with two toms and a she-kit. The first born and the largest of the litter was a sandy brown tabby tom they named Landkit. Following him was the she-kit with blue silver tinted fur given the name Waterkit. The other tom was a dark brown spotted tabby, looking a lot like his father, and was named Barkkit. As the new parents had prayed to StarClan for, all three kits were perfect and healthy and began growing quickly.
It wasn't long until all six of the cousins were playing and racing around the nursery, reminding Crowbelly of when he had watched their mothers doing the same. Landkit was one of the most adventurous, but always kept an sharp eye out for anything that could be potentially harmful, even as he and the other kits played within the safety of camp and under the watchful eyes of the queens. Any onlooker would laugh whenever the large kit would insist that everyone had to take turns playing as leader, claiming it was essential they each got in the practice. He even went so far as to tattle on another kit who was trying to sneak out of camp.

Throughout his kithood, Landkit was oblivious to most of the going-ons of the clan but the Scale Plague did catch his notice. All he really understood was that many cats were sick, and then suddenly weren't after the cure was provided.

Chapter 5

When the time came for the kits to be apprenticed, their parents watched with a familiar mix of pride and sadness, all confident that each of the new apprentices would do well. They began their training quickly, Landpaw and his family literally taking to the activities like fish to water - that is all except for Barkpaw. Four moons into their training he had still not yet set paw into the river. He excelled in every other area of their training, but froze when he approached the edge of the riverbank; no amount of coaxing or encouragement from his mentor could get him into the water. As a result, the other apprentices launched a group effort to teach their friend and family member the love of swimming. Landpaw took the first step, gently nudging his brother down the bank into the shallows where he stood puffed up to twice his normal size, just ankle deep. A few minutes passed allowing Barkpaw to get used to the water rushing past him when another older apprentice, a she-cat Barkpaw had developed small feelings for, was the next to coax him forward, much to Landpaw and Waterpaw's amusement. Barkpaw soon settled, and even began enjoying the water, until he lost his footing just long enough to be swept into deeper water.
The rest of the group fell into chaos as Waterpaw raced back to camp for help and Landpaw scrambled back onto the bank, racing along the river's edge beside his brother, calling out instructions on how to swim. It seemed successful as Barkpaw's head was staying above the water as he bobbed along, until the fast approaching rapids were suddenly upon him. His head disappeared beneath the frothing water long enough for Landpaw to become even more frantic when he burst from below crying out in agony. The rapids pulled him along farther while Barkpaw tried to keep swimming, able to do very little until he was spat out into calmer water. Landpaw dove in, making his way to his brother and then hauling him back to shore just as the sun began to dip behind the trees.
The two apprentices huddled together on the bank in a nest of crushed reeds, shivering without the sun's warmth. Landpaw tried his best to lick as much water from their pelts as he could, but ended up just lying down and supporting Barkpaw's leg which he could now clearly see was broken. It seemed an eternity had passed when the stars had just begun to shine, and frantic voices reached their ears. A small patrol of warriors had found them.
Barkpaw was dissappointed that he couldn't continue training, but the medicine cat assured him he would heal with time. In an effort to help, Landpaw visited every evening to recount the days events and show Barkpaw what he had learned, explaining it all the way his mentor had. It worked quite well to keep Barkpaw's spirits up and by the time Landpaw and Waterpaw were made warriors he was ready to resume training.

During this time, the territories were experiencing flooding. It didn't concern Landpaw too much until he went to his first gathering and heard the many discussions about it and what it could mean. To him it was just a little extra water, until time passed and the water continued to rise. Barkpaw was greatly concerned by this, and so Landfall distracted both of them with constant training, hoping to help the pair of them avoid constant worry.

Chapter 6

Landpaw was made Landfall, a name he was quite proud of. All through his vigil his mind was awash with thoughts of his future and all the exciting things he would be able to do. His eagerness was clearly visible on his face as he thought about having his first apprentice, then fell at the thought of battle, rising again with pride as being able to provide for the clan. Watching the emotions dance across his face nearly had the other new warriors breaking out in fits of laughter. Becoming aware of it, Landfall wanted to laugh too but bit his tongue to keep to the vigil.
In addition to hunting and patrolling a good portion of his time went to helping Barkpaw learn to swim, seeing it as an activity that required a group effort. Thus far life as a warrior has been good for him. His best friends are still his siblings and cousins and he is generally happy with his life, anxious for the excitement and adventure of each day.

The move to the new territory frightened Landfall more than he cared to admit to anyone, so he put on a brave face for most of the journey, doing what he could to keep an eye on queens and their kits, apprentices, elders, and anyone who looked like they needed help along the way. Relief like he had never felt before was his first reaction upon hearing RiverClan had a new home. He is eager to get to know their new territory and start making it a home.

Family:

If you would like to make a family member for Landfall, just ask. ^^ Names may change.

-- Parents -
Crowbelly RiverClan Warrior | Alive | NPC
Fawnheart

- Siblings -
Water______ | RiverClan Warrior | Alive | Open for Adoption
Bark______ | RiverClan Warrior | Alive | Open for Adoption

- Grandparents-
Cedarfang | Maternal Grandfather | Alive
Willowheart | Maternal Grandmother | Alive

--Other--
Silverwave | Aunt
Reed___ | Uncle
Dark ___ | Uncle
Dapple___ | Aunt
__________ | Cousin | daughter of Silverwave
__________ | Cousin | daughter of Silverwave
__________ | Cousin | daughter of Silverwave

- Mate -
N/A
- Offspring -
N/A

Relationships:

= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead

= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort
= Despise

Roleplay Sample:
From The-Blue-Tides
Batshade stood just inside the shadowy cover of the pine trees, his blue eyes narrowed to slits as he looked out to the open field of yellowing grass that grew just beyond the border. Though he wouldn't admit it to most cats, he found the idea of being so out in the open uncomfortable to no end; being so exposed had no appeal to him whatsoever. Unfortunately for him, his better nature and decent sensibilities took over, driving him to the border for a lesson with Spiderbite. Thinking of the predicament the little she-cat was in know brought back the memories of his own sudden advancement, something he hadn't expected for many, many seasons. His situation had been a bit different however; while Spiderbite had been apprenticed as a medicine cat for barely two moons, he had had nearly four seasons' worth of training to rely on at the time. His own apprentice, the third he'd had, had more training than her.
It's like Autumnwhisper all over again. Batshade though to himself. With a slight ache in his heart, he took a deep breath to gather his resolve then stepped forward with one white splattered paw, his dark fur no longer able to latch onto shadows to hide him as he made his way towards the border.

Landfall and art (C) me
Design by stray-thought

Description

Last Updated: July 15, 2015

Basic information:

Name: Landfall
Nicknames: TBD
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: Male
Species: Cat
Breed: Mixed breed
Allegience: RiverClan
Rank: Young Warrior

Personality:
[Caring/Compassionate]
Landfall is very in tune with his emotions, even if he doesn't allow them to be seen on the surface by most cats. He was much more expressive and tender hearted as a kit, but experience has taught him it is good to feel, but it can be a disadvantage for others to be able to read it on his face. New emotions he may have yet to encounter can confuse him for a while, but he is otherwise able to empathize with others quite well. He hates to see anyone in pain whether it be physical, mental, or emotional, and will try to offer any comfort he can.

[Strong-Willed]
He goes after what he wants and sticks to what he thinks is right. If he is ordered to do something and sees it as wrong, it takes a lot of convincing to get him to change his mind if it can be changed at all. Often times he comes off as stubborn, something he admits to. Landfall is not happy having decisions made for him and greatly values the direction of his life being in his own paws.

[Responsible]
You'll almost never find Landfall 'slacking off' if he's supposed to be doing something. Being the oldest of his littermates, he felt it was his duty to keep watch over the others which has carried over into his warriorhood, despite his young age. Part of him worries his excessive vigilance can be annoying and the other part doesn't really care if it is or not. It does make it difficult for him to loosen up and have fun even when he is given the opportunity.

[Loyal]
Landfall views most of the clan as family. The last thing he would ever want to do is betray any of them, making him mildly hostile towards strangers and cats from other clans. At gatherings or when meeting a patrol he will be mannerly and properly cordial, but does not intend to be making friends or anything deeper out of cats from outside of his clan.

[Sarcastic]
Though he has a hard time with fun, such as playing or racing other cats, Landfall does have a sense of humor. There's always time for a joke or comment as long as the situation isn't entirely inappropriate. Sometimes the things he says come out as mean or rude, even though he doesn't meant them to be. He is often quick to apologize, even if the cat he was talking to isn't offended.

[Overprotective]
For some cats, he sees danger lurking around every corner. Landfall is constantly offering words of caution and telling cats how they could and should be more careful. This is especially noticeable with she-cats and apprentices. Even as an apprentice he would caution the others during their activities, often making him the stick in the mud of the group.

[Bossy/Controlling]
Part of his being overprotective means he tries to tell others what to do. Sometimes he is in the right, such as when instructing a young apprentice or misbehaving kit, other times he is just being over bearing and annoying; he can admit to when he is being ridiculous and is aware that he does it, but can't seem to keep himself in check, an irritable fact both for him and his clanmates.

[Guarded]
Though he likes having deep conversations with others about their own problems, he is very hesitant to let himself grow too fond of or attached to any cat for fear of losing them. Despite this, he can't help it sometimes and his feelings get out of his control. To protect himself and those he cares about he tries to keep his feelings off his face, especially around cats who could potentially be a threat.

Physical Information:
Body Type: Stocky, strong build, broad shoulders
Landfall is still young and is currently smaller than he will be at full maturity. While he is built thick, his limbs are still wiry.
Height: Above average
Weight: Above average

Scent: Landfall smells of damp earth, cool stones, and has a mildly sweet tinge of lavender that clings to his fur.

Other Important Information and Facts:
Voice:
Voice Actor: Nicholas Hoult

Orientation: Heterosexual - Interested in females
Status: Open
Activity: No previous activity
Preferences:
Physical:
+Dark fur of any color
+partial to blue or green eyes
+larger than average (but still smaller than him)
Personality:
+Brave, honest, kind
+able to challenge him

Likes: Swimming, rain, cool breezes
Dislikes: extreme heat

Brief Backstory:Chapter 1
Crowbelly was a young warrior with dark brown tabby fur, so dark it looked nearly black at times. His ceremony and vigil having taken place just six moons earlier, but he was already quickly gaining respect from the other warriors. He had defended the clan well in a few boarder skirmishes already and never came back from hunting without enough prey for a good meal; besides his regular duties, Crowbelly was friendly and good natured, able to easily enjoy the company of nearly any cat. It seemed to most that he might even make a good choice for deputy, though such a decision would not need to be made for a good many seasons. Outwardly it appeared Crowbelly couldn't have been happier with the state of his life, all but one thing he hadn't considered until his best friend, a robust ginger tom called Cedarfang, came to him one day in an excited fit.

Cedarfang and his mate, Willowheart, had been inseparable from their apprenticeship, had become mates almost immediately after their warrior ceremonies, and were now expecting their first litter of kits. Crowbelly was beyond happy for his friend, but soon began to think. He hadn't really considered the topic of a mate and kits in his own life very seriously. At some point he thought he might like to have them, maybe soon even, and so he began to broaden his attention towards the females in the clan to consider them not just as fellow warriors, but as potential mates. A few she-cats in the clan seemed to admire him enough that it could possibly blossom into something more, but over the next two moons he only succeeded in making a good friend out of Willowheart's sister and happily playing matchmaker for a couple of younger warriors named Gingerstreak and Graystorm.
Though he hadn't entirely given up his search, Crowbelly decided that now just wasn't the time for him, and put aside his search just in time to welcome his friends' kits. It was a large litter of five kits, all strong and healthy and an adorable combination of each of their parents. There were two toms - Darkkit and Reedkit - and three she-cats - Silverkit, Dapplekit, and Fawnkit. Crowbelly was happy for his friends of course, but only visited the new family a few times, finding himself swept up in his duties as he tried to take on a good portion of Cedarfang's work while he was preoccupied.

Chapter 2

Over the course of the next few moons, those five kits grew and ventured out of the nursery, playing and exploring and generally getting under paw as usual. It was a burden at times, but their apprentice ceremony still came all too soon for their parents. Willowheart wept happily during the ceremony, and Cedarfang could hardly contain his apprehension at the thought of any of them having the misfortune of going into battle. He was only mildly settled when the youngest of the kits, now called Fawnpaw, was apprenticed to Crowbelly. Fawnpaw was overjoyed by the mentor she had been given; there was no shortage of stories to be told about him, most from her father about their days as apprentices, but he seemed like one of the best warriors which of course meant he would be an excellent mentor. The first five moons passed easily with Fawnpaw and her siblings advancing well; Fawnpaw particularly excelled at fishing, encouraged by the pride in her mentor's eyes, making her even more excited for their approaching warrior ceremonies with each passing day. It was around this time however, when Crowbelly began to act strangely.

It took Fawnpaw by surprise the first time he snapped at her when she stumbled over one of her brothers who had tripped during battle training. Never before had she heard Crowbelly snap at anyone at all, and it frightened her more than she cared to admit. A lecture about watching her feet more carefully followed leaving Fawnpaw looking at her feet in shame with her tail wrapped around herself, determined to do better during their next training sessions. Unfortunately she was never given the chance as each session became progressively worse after that. Crowbelly was constantly nitpicking at her even when her movements were nearly flawless, lecturing more than he needed to and almost never offering praise. At first it hurt Fawnpaw, making her chest ache with sadness and causing her to wonder just what she was doing wrong or what she had done to make Crowbelly angry with her. Eventually she grew suspicious that perhaps it wasn't her that was the problem, but that Crowbelly was taking out his own problems on her. She kept quiet however, even as the next moon passed and her siblings were made warriors while she was forced to return to training. Luckily after another two moons, an assessment was demanded of Fawnpaw, which was conducted by another warrior. A few cats had begun to worry sokkmething was amiss, but found that Fawnpaw was more than competent and thus would soon be made a warrior.

The moons that had passed were hard for Fawnpaw, and Crowbelly knew it was his fault, but he was confident she had no idea how difficult they were for him as well. As her initial assessment was nearing, he'd began to notice the attentions Fawnpaw and her sisters were receiving from a few of the young toms and it bothered him a great deal. At first he put it off as looking out for the young she-cats; that didn't last long however, when he realized that the toms talking to Fawnpaw bothered him more than it did with the other two. He tried to put it aside as being overly protective of his own apprentice, but in his heart he knew it was a lie. Somewhere along the line, Fawnpaw had charmed him and he was absolutely terrified. She was his apprentice, not to mention his best friends' daughter, and so he did his best to distance himself from her by being harsh and critical. It had the desired effect, but with the addition of guilt on his part. When Fawnpaw was allowed to become a warrior, he stayed just long enough to hear the clan begin chanting her new name - Fawnheart - then walked out of camp.

Chapter 3

Fawnheart was absolutely outraged by Crowbelly's behavior and the following night, after she'd completed her vigil, she followed him out of camp as he escaped into the darkness for the second time. The tom came to a stop, knowing he was being followed; he had an insult or rude comment of some sort prepared but Fawnheart beat him to it.

"What exactly is your problem with me, huh?" She demanded baring her teeth and getting uncomfortably close as she growled. "You've been rude to me for moons and I'm almost positive I didn't do anything to you!"

Crowbelly hesitated, not sure how he should answer. The idea of a relationship with Fawnheart still seemed inappropriate in his mind,but part of him was urging his words to be honest as they escaped him. "You're too close." Was all he could manage.

"That's not an answer! I'll get as close as I have to to get some answers out of you, you arrogant furball!" Fawnheart snapped, surprising Crowbelly again. He'd always known Fawnheart had a fiery personality on the inside, but had never seen it himself and it just made him want her more.

"That was my answer. I need to push you away before I do something stupid." Crowbelly finally blurted out. Fawnheart looked confused, echoing the look with her words. "I... I... think I fell in love with you."

"...What?" Fawnheart's eyes widened and she took a step back, looking as if she was afraid of him when she hadn't been just a heartbeat before. Desperate to explain, Crowbelly stepped forward, realizing his mistake too late. Fawnheart lashed out with one paw, raking her claws across his face and leaving three long cuts over his muzzle and forehead, somehow managing to miss his eyes. Still the blow was painful and began to drip blood down his face and into the grass beneath their paws. Horrified, Fawnheart turned and ran back to camp without a backwards glance.
Crowbelly found himself angry, not at Fawnheart but at himself. It had been foolish to tell her the truth and he now feared his admission had widened the gap between them more than his lashing out ever had. When he returned to camp he was questioned mercilessly about the wounds to his face, only just managing to explain them with a story of an aggressive loner trespassing on the clan's territory. Over the next few days he avoided Fawnheart at any cost, and it seemed she was avoiding him as well. It worked until they were both directed to the same patrol; as luck would have it, the patrol split up, leaving the two of them to investigate boarder markings while other pairs did the same farther down. The two were awkward and quiet until Fawnheart spoke up.
"I'm sorry. About your face." She said quietly, looking at him from the corner of her eye. Crowbelly started to respond, but didn't get the chance before she spoke again. "I thought you were going to...hurt me or- I don't know! You shouldn't scare cats like that! It's a miracle someone hasn't struck you already, do you know that?"
Crowbelly could only blink at her as he thought about what she had said. It had been genuine fear in her eyes and that nearly made him sick.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said anything." Part of him wanted to leave it at that and just continue their patrol, but his heart wouldn't have it. A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached out with his tail to stop Fawnheart in her tracks and he turned to face her. "My behavior these last few moons has been unacceptable. I'm sorry for all the pain and trouble I've caused you. But I would never, never hurt you." With that he bit his tongue and looked at his paws, afraid to meet her eyes.
"Because you love me?" Fawnheart asked softly after some hesitation. Crowbelly only nodded, still not looking at her. His eyes were carefully trained on a twig that was resting between his paws until he felt the warm touch of Fawnheart's nose against the top of his head. He froze, too scared to move when she leaned closer, gently licking his cheek and nuzzling the cuts on his face that would soon begin to scar.
"I feel the same. Now I mean." Fawnheart replied breathlessly. "Before I was scared and unsure and... I wish you would look at me."
Unable to resist the plea in her voice, Crowbelly lifted his head, amber eyes meeting her green ones, surprised to find a reflection of his own feelings staring back at him.

Chapter 4

When Crowbelly and Fawnheart made it public knowledge that the two were mates, it was received with mixed reactions. On one side, many cats were simply happy for them, overjoyed that Crowbelly had finally found someone to share his life with, Willowheart included. Cedarfang and a good many others felt the opposite, echoing the exact protests Crowbelly had told himself time and again - Fawnheart was still quite young as well as his best friend's daughter, both factors that had Cedarfang furious. For moons he refused to speak to Crowbelly or even acknowledge his presence outside of a growl in his direction. Slowly the upset began to die down, much to the new couple's relief - just in time for the start of their family.
Fawnheart and her sister Silverwave gave birth within hours of each other, ending the long night with both of them having a nest full of kits. Silverwave had three daughters, their father a formidable solid white tom by the name of Snowclaw. Despite his name and appearance, he was a kind and gentle tom, the perfect match to Silverwave and a great comfort to Crowbelly at the time. He was excitable and uttered congratulations so many times Crowbelly actually lost count by the time Fawnheart gave birth to the last of their litter, now complete with two toms and a she-kit. The first born and the largest of the litter was a sandy brown tabby tom they named Landkit. Following him was the she-kit with blue silver tinted fur given the name Waterkit. The other tom was a dark brown spotted tabby, looking a lot like his father, and was named Barkkit. As the new parents had prayed to StarClan for, all three kits were perfect and healthy and began growing quickly.
It wasn't long until all six of the cousins were playing and racing around the nursery, reminding Crowbelly of when he had watched their mothers doing the same. Landkit was one of the most adventurous, but always kept an sharp eye out for anything that could be potentially harmful, even as he and the other kits played within the safety of camp and under the watchful eyes of the queens. Any onlooker would laugh whenever the large kit would insist that everyone had to take turns playing as leader, claiming it was essential they each got in the practice. He even went so far as to tattle on another kit who was trying to sneak out of camp.

Throughout his kithood, Landkit was oblivious to most of the going-ons of the clan but the Scale Plague did catch his notice. All he really understood was that many cats were sick, and then suddenly weren't after the cure was provided.

Chapter 5

When the time came for the kits to be apprenticed, their parents watched with a familiar mix of pride and sadness, all confident that each of the new apprentices would do well. They began their training quickly, Landpaw and his family literally taking to the activities like fish to water - that is all except for Barkpaw. Four moons into their training he had still not yet set paw into the river. He excelled in every other area of their training, but froze when he approached the edge of the riverbank; no amount of coaxing or encouragement from his mentor could get him into the water. As a result, the other apprentices launched a group effort to teach their friend and family member the love of swimming. Landpaw took the first step, gently nudging his brother down the bank into the shallows where he stood puffed up to twice his normal size, just ankle deep. A few minutes passed allowing Barkpaw to get used to the water rushing past him when another older apprentice, a she-cat Barkpaw had developed small feelings for, was the next to coax him forward, much to Landpaw and Waterpaw's amusement. Barkpaw soon settled, and even began enjoying the water, until he lost his footing just long enough to be swept into deeper water.
The rest of the group fell into chaos as Waterpaw raced back to camp for help and Landpaw scrambled back onto the bank, racing along the river's edge beside his brother, calling out instructions on how to swim. It seemed successful as Barkpaw's head was staying above the water as he bobbed along, until the fast approaching rapids were suddenly upon him. His head disappeared beneath the frothing water long enough for Landpaw to become even more frantic when he burst from below crying out in agony. The rapids pulled him along farther while Barkpaw tried to keep swimming, able to do very little until he was spat out into calmer water. Landpaw dove in, making his way to his brother and then hauling him back to shore just as the sun began to dip behind the trees.
The two apprentices huddled together on the bank in a nest of crushed reeds, shivering without the sun's warmth. Landpaw tried his best to lick as much water from their pelts as he could, but ended up just lying down and supporting Barkpaw's leg which he could now clearly see was broken. It seemed an eternity had passed when the stars had just begun to shine, and frantic voices reached their ears. A small patrol of warriors had found them.
Barkpaw was dissappointed that he couldn't continue training, but the medicine cat assured him he would heal with time. In an effort to help, Landpaw visited every evening to recount the days events and show Barkpaw what he had learned, explaining it all the way his mentor had. It worked quite well to keep Barkpaw's spirits up and by the time Landpaw and Waterpaw were made warriors he was ready to resume training.

During this time, the territories were experiencing flooding. It didn't concern Landpaw too much until he went to his first gathering and heard the many discussions about it and what it could mean. To him it was just a little extra water, until time passed and the water continued to rise. Barkpaw was greatly concerned by this, and so Landfall distracted both of them with constant training, hoping to help the pair of them avoid constant worry.

Chapter 6

Landpaw was made Landfall, a name he was quite proud of. All through his vigil his mind was awash with thoughts of his future and all the exciting things he would be able to do. His eagerness was clearly visible on his face as he thought about having his first apprentice, then fell at the thought of battle, rising again with pride as being able to provide for the clan. Watching the emotions dance across his face nearly had the other new warriors breaking out in fits of laughter. Becoming aware of it, Landfall wanted to laugh too but bit his tongue to keep to the vigil.
In addition to hunting and patrolling a good portion of his time went to helping Barkpaw learn to swim, seeing it as an activity that required a group effort. Thus far life as a warrior has been good for him. His best friends are still his siblings and cousins and he is generally happy with his life, anxious for the excitement and adventure of each day.

The move to the new territory frightened Landfall more than he cared to admit to anyone, so he put on a brave face for most of the journey, doing what he could to keep an eye on queens and their kits, apprentices, elders, and anyone who looked like they needed help along the way. Relief like he had never felt before was his first reaction upon hearing RiverClan had a new home. He is eager to get to know their new territory and start making it a home.

Family:

If you would like to make a family member for Landfall, just ask. ^^ Names may change.

-- Parents -
Crowbelly RiverClan Warrior | Alive | NPC
Fawnheart

- Siblings -
Water______ | RiverClan Warrior | Alive | Open for Adoption
Bark______ | RiverClan Warrior | Alive | Open for Adoption

- Grandparents-
Cedarfang | Maternal Grandfather | Alive
Willowheart | Maternal Grandmother | Alive

--Other--
Silverwave | Aunt
Reed___ | Uncle
Dark ___ | Uncle
Dapple___ | Aunt
__________ | Cousin | daughter of Silverwave
__________ | Cousin | daughter of Silverwave
__________ | Cousin | daughter of Silverwave

- Mate -
N/A
- Offspring -
N/A

Relationships:

= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead

= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort
= Despise

Roleplay Sample:
From The-Blue-Tides
Batshade stood just inside the shadowy cover of the pine trees, his blue eyes narrowed to slits as he looked out to the open field of yellowing grass that grew just beyond the border. Though he wouldn't admit it to most cats, he found the idea of being so out in the open uncomfortable to no end; being so exposed had no appeal to him whatsoever. Unfortunately for him, his better nature and decent sensibilities took over, driving him to the border for a lesson with Spiderbite. Thinking of the predicament the little she-cat was in know brought back the memories of his own sudden advancement, something he hadn't expected for many, many seasons. His situation had been a bit different however; while Spiderbite had been apprenticed as a medicine cat for barely two moons, he had had nearly four seasons' worth of training to rely on at the time. His own apprentice, the third he'd had, had more training than her.
It's like Autumnwhisper all over again. Batshade though to himself. With a slight ache in his heart, he took a deep breath to gather his resolve then stepped forward with one white splattered paw, his dark fur no longer able to latch onto shadows to hide him as he made his way towards the border.

Landfall and art (C) me
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