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Much like Nui, Landon didn't quite get the suffix thing, however he was open to learn about it, of course. After all, it did have some significance and was actually fairly popular as far as he had seen. But truly, that was besides the point.

Landon had been flying, that was until he spotted the other male below, in which he changed direction, Landon, and came towards the two with a smile. Falconpaw, and he was joining? How nice! Landon's face brightened and he wagged his tail, taking a seat near the two. "Hi there! Welcome to Riverclan! I'm Landon, pleasure to meet you!" the husky would chime, "Do you need anything? Oh! maybe some food? Or maybe some guidance to the camp?" the canine would offer.

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hehehe ok haha
and could you, possibly?

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yes please!

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Landon could sense someone's feelings usually before they even developed them. It was one thing he was cursed and blessed with. Cursed because he usually got a sudden wave of pain to his chest from someone's emotions, even if he didn't know them. Blessing because he used it to help people, which is what he was supposed to do.

When he had been passing through the swamps, he felt the normal pang he would feel, and he stopped, looking around with ears pushed forwards, until he found Patch. His ears pushed back, and the canine made his way over, his face mainly neutral, as he was in thought about how exactly to approach the problem. Thing was, he didn't really know the problem. And he had to establish a foundation of trust in most cases to help. "Hey there, everything all right?" the usually energetic canine would call softly.

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//I failed with franklin and I decided to come back and use this guy lmao\\

Landon was struggling to get the full grasp as to why he was here. He had plenty of fun when he was dead. Well, that was because he was in heaven but still. He liked it there! And then he was put here and given the "half-angel" title. What in the world did that mean exactly? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was back here to help people and that was it.

The young canine's wings were folded back as he looked around, only slightly sure he was going in the right direction, his ears back and his eyes wide with uncertainty. He took in a deep breath, and pressed onward.

The winged dog eventually came to a stopping point, looking up towards the sky, pausing, almost waiting for instruction, before sighing, shaking his head, and moving on. He wasn't really liking this. Living beings didn't really get much guidance from above. He didn't know why, but he was going to have to live with it.

After a while more of walking, he eventually came to a very prominent border. His nose twitched and his ears flicked up in interest. He titled his head to the side, before sitting down. He was supposed to wait, right? It was polite, to, anyways.

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eeee landon and ivy thread? c:

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The canine examined the colors of the morning sky, his eyes soft as he watched the purple and pinks mix with clouds adding to the color every now and then. The scenery put a smile on his face as he glided, holding steady on a nice, cool breeze that ruffled his fur as well as feathers gently. He flapped his wings slightly to keep his speed, the canine's eyes slowly drifted towards the ground. When he saw his destination, the canine let his body drop vertically, making him halt in the air as he hovered, using his wings to do so, before slowly circling down towards the ground.

Landing, the canine folded his wings to his side and glanced around, slightly unsure now that he was here, but still positive nonetheless. Sitting down, he took in a small breath, and waited patiently, shuffling his paws slightly just for the sake of something to do while he waited.

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The canine examined the colors of the morning sky, his eyes soft as he watched the purple and pinks mix with clouds adding to the color every now and then. The scenery put a smile on his face as he glided, holding steady on a nice, cool breeze that ruffled his fur as well as feathers gently. He flapped his wings slightly to keep his speed, the canine's eyes slowly drifted towards the ground. When he saw his destination, the canine let his body drop vertically, making him halt in the air as he hovered, using his wings to do so, before slowly circling down towards the ground.

Landing, the canine folded his wings to his side and glanced around, slightly unsure now that he was here, but still positive nonetheless. Sitting down, he took in a small breath, and waited patiently, shuffling his paws slightly just for the sake of something to do while he waited.

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//oooo reading Poplarfoot's bio and personality/history deal, maybe they can have a plot?? I have some ideas in mind if you wanna hear them!\\

You see....there was a slight problem with being an archangel. Usually, upon the first meeting, you could tell if someone was one of God or one of the Devil. It was a blessing and a curse as sometimes you wanted to just interact peacefully with all, however the resentment towards anyone of the underworld, that was very hard. Plus, it was his job to protect those from evil...and mostly his job to heal as well. Therefore, what he wanted to do and his job collided. But, when it came to that, job came first as God had assigned him there.

The canine still held a small smile on his face, although one 'eyebrow' quirked up, showing he was a bit unsure. Thr serval didn't seem to have the power of the devil...but he didn't know. Plus, he never really saw anyone else of Devil or of God in physical form, which made it all the more confusing. Anyways, that was to be thought about later. Shaking his head a little to clear his mind, he focused on the two. "Hey there! And yes.....would you mind if I joined?" he'd ask with a small tilt of his head and a cheeky, energetic grin, "Oh, my name's Landon, by the way! Please to meet you two!" the canine would chime, his unsure turn from earlier completely gone for the time being.

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Landon was trying his best to push his unner gut feelings away. It was working, but he knew he couldn't exactly push them down forever. It didn't work like that. He was grateful for the conversation, mainly because it distracted him. "Thank you, thank you very much."" the canine would say, dipping his head in thanks with a smile. Hearing the names, he looked over the both of them with a smile, and gave a nod as he took note.
After Poplar foot introduced Johnny, he watched in mild surprise as the other stood on his own rather quickly, he guessed it was in mild annoyance of someone else introducing him? Perhaps. Anyways, they were leaning on one another so he guessed they were quite close. "Thank you, I'll be sure to come to you two." he'd say with a brief nod at his own words.

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Well, he was settling in quite well. He actually really enjoyed being in the treetops. It was nice and cozy, and it really had his style with it. Anyways, He had his cooking supplies set across the treehouse, and he had an ugly Christmas apron on, and his room smelled very strongly of vanilla and cookies. Which, by the way, tasted very delicious being he had already eaten like four from the first batch. The canine stirred the pot of dough mixing milk, eggs, and sugar together, dipping a single claw in and licking the dough up to see if it was done.
He had to resist eating anymore, otherwise, well, he'd get a little too chubby. And he continued stirring, humming to himself.

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Landon had been walking down the steps when he heard a call of distress, something about someone stealing something. Jumping off the staircase, he flew up to where he heard the sudden cry from. He landed, tucked his wings, and rushed in, curious, yet concerned. "what's wrong?" he'd ask, but then stop himself as he looked at the distraught lioness, then towards the mess. "Oh, oh no." he shook his head in disdain at the situation before looking back to the Lioness. "Whatd you say was taken? Maybe they're still here and I can help look for them?" he'd offer.

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Trackkkk

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The canine examined the colors of the morning sky, his eyes soft as he watched the purple and pinks mix with clouds adding to the color every now and then. The scenery put a smile on his face as he glided, holding steady on a nice, cool breeze that ruffled his fur as well as feathers gently. He flapped his wings slightly to keep his speed, the canine's eyes slowly drifted towards the ground. When he saw his destination, the canine let his body drop vertically, making him halt in the air as he hovered, using his wings to do so, before slowly circling down towards the ground.

Landing, the canine folded his wings to his side and glanced around, slightly unsure now that he was here, but still positive nonetheless. Sitting down, he took in a small breath, and waited patiently, shuffling his paws slightly just for the sake of something to do while he waited.

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While Landon hadn't hung around and followed this guy long enough for the catcalling thing, he did, however, probabaly much to this guy's dismay, did see him thwack himself, which caused him to frown and run his head a little at the thought of doing that. Geez, he even heard that from where he was. Which wasn't far, but still.
The winged canine flew forwards on silent wings, before turning around and coming back to the border with a smile on his face, the archangel giving a small, awkward smile. "Ouch...." he'd give a small wince, referring to the thwack the feline gave himself. "Erm yeah, there's a lot of us out here....I'm Landon, pleasure to meet you. Do you need anything? Maybe an ice pack?" Landon would ask, before shaking his head. What was he thinking? It was already cold outside....but....Uhg whatever. "Sorry, maybe something warm?" he'd try again. Gosh, he was so awkward.

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The canine felt the same but of unease around Pop, he wasn't sure why, as any signals were being confused between both himself and the other male. Obviously Landon was one of God, but he didn't know about Poplar. He was....nice. But there was that inner gut feeling that himself as an archangel had that alarmed him. But, nonetheless, he was a clanmate. It would be unfair if him to be resentful for no reason, especially if he wasn't exact on who the other was.
After being lost in thought, the winged dog was dragged back to reality as the other spoke. Stupid? Why, that wasn't true at all! "Actually, no, sir. You're not stupid or dumb. In fact, I can see you're quite intelligent! Everyone is, just in different ways." the canine would say with a gentle smile. He listened to the felines introduction and he couldn't help but give a bigger smile at his fluster to choose his words. They could relate quite a lot already. "Nice to meet you, Blaise. I like your name. I'm-" he stopped himself, remembering he had already introduced himself. "Uh...of course! Your welcome here, it's a pleasure to have you here. Is there anything you need? Um...or maybe I could help you get settled in?" wow. He needed to work on that. But hey! An offer was an offer, was it not?

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Unsure and a bit uneasy at this point in the conversation, Landon, just like Poplarfoot, was not exactly sure what to say, or do. He shuffled his paws, before looking back to Pop as he spoke. Back to camp? Well? being he didn't really know this place well.... "Uh, yes, that'd be great." he said with a smile. This was awkward.

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Landon wasn't usually startled easily, however when he was doing something embarrassing (such as humming to himself like he was) it made him a tad bit jumpy. So, when O'fraiser's voice suddenly from behind him, he jumped a little, and his cheeks flooded with embarrassment afterwards. "Ah-uh. Hi there." he said, dumbly as he tried to regain his head, "oh, and Thank you! The smell's the sugar cookies! I love the smell of them as well." he'd say, and take a deep breath in, taking the sweet smell in. "but yes, of course! Come in. Feel free to have some cookies as well." he didn't need them anyways. Yeah, he wanted them. But the last time he let himself eat away at some cookies and desserts, to say the least, it was very hard to fly. "by the way, I'm Landon." he decided to introduce himself to avoid awkwardly not knowing each other's names and just going on with their lives. He hated when that happened.

He picked the bowl back up, and grabbed a spoon, plopping drops of mix onto a cookie sheet, separating them and making sure they were equally apart, however placed to get as many on there as possible. He continued that until he heard some heavy breathing at the doorway. He turned back to face O'Fraiser with worried eyes, only to see that it wasn't the injuries seapanther, but someone else who seemed to have just had some sort of hard exercise. Putting the bowl and the spoon down, the winged husky padded over to the feline, giving an awkward amused yet worried chuckle. "Hey are you alright? Did you just....?" the canine's voice drifted away as he pieced together the situation, "dang, kudos to you, I would not have been able to do that.....here." the canine said with a playful smile, he grabbed a couple cookies from the counter and handed them towards Blaise, "Cookie points for you." he'd give a cheeky grin towards the French-accented feline.

When he heard another compliment, he turned to the Central Asian Shepherd with a humble grin, "Thanks!" he'd chime, giving a way of his tail and a proud wiggle of his wings.

He then looked towards Polaris, who seemed very eager to have come in here. He could tell he was eyeing the cookies hungrily, and he gave a soft smile at the kid. "You can have some..." he said with a small smile, as he gestured with his paw towards the cookies on the counter.

And the suddenly, he remembered. The mix. He left it sitting there. Quickly jumping into action, he went over to the bowl, and began to stir the mixture up, it quite thicker than the time he had left it. With a nervous huff, he narrowed his eyes towards the mix. He hoped it wasn't too thick to plop into little circles like they were supposed to be. "hey-uh....could someone help stir this while I scoop it out?" he'd ask to no one in general. It would be difficult to do both tasks himself.

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