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food consumption : the tribe consumes a large fish carcass
greeting of ancestors : xxx
hunting party : fog, river, flicker.
patrolling : fog, river, flicker.
herb-gathering : snake.
training : bee with river, and bird now assigned to fog.
* happenings : snake and dove argue; snake and the newcomer (flicker) have a fling;
crow discovers this and becomes angered; crow and dove attempt to formulate an
assassination of snake, but fail; crow is killed in front of his sister, as promised; dove is
denoted to 'weakling'.
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The tom’s stride took up half of the room's space as he paced from one side to the other, floorboards beneath moaning under the shifting weight. His eyes snapped fiercely onto the other feline accompanying him, his mate, Dove, and narrowed into slits. “Why are you so difficult?” He hissed in aggravation, the question obviously not one meant for her to answer. “You and I both know that situations between us would be much easier if you would just listen.” The she-cat remained completely silent under the narrowing gaze of her mate. She knew of his bickering, and his difficult attitude; over the course of only a few moons, she was quick to pick up on their differences and how they clashed over them.
Instead, Snake took her silence as an invitation to talk once more. “Too afraid to speak up, huh?” This earned a twisted expression from Dove as she looked away, obviously trying to seem as nonchalant as she could, even as she struggled to keep her fur unruffled and neatly flattened. She managed to suppress the anger that built up inside, as if a fire threatened to burst, full-flame, from her chest. “I’m not afraid to speak to you. I just find that joining in on useless banter is not my style.” Satisfaction from her smooth statement showed as a smile appeared, adorning Dove’s features perfectly.
A heavy paw slammed into the cheek of the warrior, the claws that trailed along their face dragging the smile away with it. The female was left, in shock, with an utterly still and emotionless expression. Silently, the female guided her widening, fearful eyes to meet the yellow ones of her leader, the shaman she was mated to. "I don't think you have a right to talk to me like that, love. The tom snarled. His expression might have matched one of a mentor looking down upon their failing apprentice, as if they were the source of the only disappointment in their lives. Or, even, the way a father looked down to the runt of their litter. Snake looked to his mate in these ways that moment, leaving the trembling female, bleeding from the corner of her left eye down to her nose, in his wake. Never had Dove felt such hatred, shock, and sorrow in her life before.
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"Fog," huffed out an annoyed voice. The pale tom guided his eyes to the speaker and nodded obediently. "Take River, Crow, Dove, and that apprentice, Bee, on an outing." They informed. "The streets are busy this afternoon, so watch your tails." Fog dipped his head silently in response and headed out through the doorway, leaving the cool and empty space, his voice soon heard down the hall as he called for the requested soldiers. Only moments later, the sound of their nails clicking past and down the rickety stairs, following the shaman's guard closely, could be heard.
Before they left, Dove peeked her head inside the room, her yellow orbs spotting the oriental tom crouching motionlessly on the windowsill. Snake flicked his tail as his source of recognition, beckoning her to come closer. The she-cat entered graciously and joined the tom, jumping up onto the windowsill and sitting by her mate's side. "You've finally sent me out for once." She commented. Snake growled and flicked his gaze to Dove's. "Don't get too excited, now. I've sent Fog along because he'll keep an eye on you." The dark she-cat huffed, dusting the ledge with her feathery tail. "What do you think I'll do... run away?" She questioned. "I've been with you for moons now. If I had planned to run away, I would have done so already, trust me." The tom looked away and out of the slightly cracked window, refusing to comment on her statement. The marks along his mate's face and down to her nose rose a spark of guilt that he could not suppress. Just having her around managed to bring this up inside of him, and Snake wanted to do his best to avoid it. He knew that it was wrong, he could just feel it. How could he feel guilt? In his mind, it was right to punish her in that moment, especially after the way she spoke to him. But why, especially now, was he feeling guilt?
"Just," he murmured, rising from his crouch into a more comfortable sit. "don't get yourself caught up. Go, before I make you." Snake's stern gaze told the molly that he was serious, and wouldn't fret to 'teach her another lesson', like he had before. Annoyance flitted across her features for the slightest second before she turned and leaped off the windowsill, joining the others down the flight of steps. Silence filled the nearly empty room again as the tom sat by himself, staring through the doorway as if expecting someone to walk through and greet him. No one. Just as he expected, anyway. He was probably the only one left among the building beside the other apprentice, Bird, a mischievous youth. He would have to remind Crow to train with him again later that afternoon.
Just as his thoughts began to take over, Snake realized that someone had entered the room through the doorway of which his blurred gaze locked onto. He briefly shook his head and turned to face the entering feline, rising on all four paws. That was when he realized he had left one feline out of the patrol; Flicker, their newest member. She was a stunning she-cat. Her fur was a mixture of a creamy white, brilliant orange, and a dark black. Her eyes, although appearing yellow, also had an attractive amber glow that the tom could not manage to keep his eyes off of. His eyes continued to scour her pelt until the fae chuckled, the sound filling the space like an instant warmth and striking the shaman from his daze. "Hello, Flicker." He let out. Flicker dipped her head in acknowledgement and smiled, strutting closer and gracefully springing up and onto the small ledge, just enough to hold two. Not long ago, it held Snake and his mate, Dove. But now, it held Snake and a particular, beautiful she-cat. "How are you feeling?" She asked, eyes finally wandering over him as well. The tom flicked an ear toward her and waved his tail over the ledge. "Fine." He began, meeting her gaze questionably. "You just missed a patrol party that Fog lead out. Maybe, if you leave now, you'll be able to catch them?" He mentioned. "I'm sorry about that, I must've completely forgot about you." The she-cat took no hurt from this, merely chuckling in response. She shook her head politely and leaned toward the warming window. "Thank you for the offer, but I'd rather stick around. Maybe you can show me the place, help me gather my bearings?" She mewed. "Also, who would keep you company?" At this, she grinned playfully, letting the breeze from the outside run through the cracked window and ruffle her multicolored fur.
Snake couldn't resist gluing his eyes to her beauty and watching her in this peaceful moment. Something about her attitude, the way she formed and let out her words with her light and pleasant tone, managed to make him falter. How could Flicker be so perfect, wasn't it impossible? Apparently not, Snake thought, as he openly observed the molly. Whatever she was doing, or trying to do; it was working like a charm. Without second thought, the tom leaned forward, pressed his nose to the she-cat's, and closed his eyes. This jolted the feline from her moment and caused her to jump slightly, although leaning into his touch. The tom backed away just centimeters from her face and gazed into those perfect eyes. He needed something to distract him, to rip away the guilt that formed within him each time he saw Dove's scars, and fill him with a much needed feeling. "Can you do something for me, love?" He asked in a low murmur. Flicker's grin never faltered as she tilted her head in response, leaning in to listen. "Distract me, take me away from my troubles, even just while the patrol is gone. I don't care what the others think. Can you do that for me?" The she-cat nodded and nuzzled her head into his short fur, swaying her tail in a perfect momentum. "Anything for you." Snake's form trembled as he leaned into her touch, his entire body needing, thirsting for her gentle touch. With that, the two felines jumped from the ledge and trotted through the doorway, disappearing around the corner...
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All was normal after the patrol returned from their long outing. It was now evening, the sun blazing in the sky as bright as ever. The cats returned before the pavement grew too warm and the sun would burn their pelts. And, thankfully, everyone returned safely. Fog flicked his tail in annoyance as he trailed in, a mere mouse hanging by its tail from his jowls. “Useless.” He hissed quietly. River narrowed her eyes at the guard before a mask fell over her expression and returned into its normal stiffness. Snake observed this, his tail brushing the wooden board of the step he sat on, watching the patrol fill in. Dove came last, behind her brother, of whom locked his eyes onto Snake’s with anger. Crow had been dreary and rather snappy lately, especially after he constantly worried for the well-being of his sister. He had reacted strongly to Dove’s wounds, inflicted by her own mate, just as he should very well have. Snake’s actions had been careless and aloof, but the tom paid it no mind. His attention was no longer directed on the she-cat he called his ‘mate’, and the guilt that tinged his heart before was gone. Although not easily lost, his distraction from the guilt worked very well, better than he imagined. At that point, not a care mattered to him.
Crow, however, was not done worrying over Dove, nor was he done fueling his anger toward the shaman in the most ways that he could. A certain comment here and there, maybe even a mutter under his breath, all managed to bother the slender tom as time passed. Often he set Fog onto the arguable tom, ordering him to leave. As a result, Fog took a constant post around the shaman whenever he knew Crow was around, both unaware of his intentions. What could he do, anyway? All he knew was that he wanted to find a way to wear on the shaman and cause him to break, in any ways possible, possibly causing him to shatter and fall under the pressure. Possibly, if his intentions were to succeed, then he could take down the leader himself and inflict his anger onto him that welled up inside. However, that time would not come too easily, and there would have to be much planning that went into taking down a leader of even the smallest of Tribes. Snake was no exception. And, neither was his always-near bodyguard, Fog.
“Hello, Snake.” Muttered the dark tom, flicking his tail impatiently. The pale eyes of the shaman disregarded the soldier as he waited for some acknowledgement. Huffing, Crow mumbled insults under his breath. “How was your patrol?” Asked the shaman. Caught off guard, Crow’s eyes blinked in confusion at his leader’s blank tone. Did he not even take notice to the tom, even respect to regard him normally? Malice filled the tom’s words as he spoke, even simply about how a daily patrol went out. “Fine.” He spat, peering over the step. “Fog was burning holes into my pelt the entire time. Can’t you hop off my tail sometime, send your little ‘body-guard’ somewhere else?” Snake rose onto his paws in a flash and jumped over the banister, landing beside the darker tom gracefully. Other’s eyes landed on him at his glorious show, amazed by his pure strength and composition. “Mind you, Crow, but I can have the entire Tribe of Burned Claws on you with a flick of my tail.” He hissed quietly. “You see, I’ve never forgotten our deal. It’s still on the table, you know.” Snake strutted out and circled the soldier once, blue orbs piercing his own. “Another moon of your birdbrained sister, and I may just have to go through with it.” Stopping before Crow, he narrowed his glare. The tom seemed to weaken beneath his gaze, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composition just as well as the shaman had done before. Even after his fruitless attempt, he realized that he could never master this skill as well as the shaman did; had he practiced before? “Just keep in mind that I am your leader, the one who can practically control your fate. I'd watch your tail.”
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It was moonhigh, the crescent shape hovering high into the dark sky. Alongside its bright glow was an array of millions and millions of stars, covering the expanse like a blanket. However, this was a dark night, no matter how many lights shone from this city, or how many stars shone in the sky. Crow padded past the sleeping soldiers, their stomachs rising and falling as they slept on nests of tossed-out blankets and old grass. The tom had had a restless night, not able to keep his mind occupied over the thoughts that filled it. Would this really work? Would they find a way? For moons, the dark tom had felt a hatred so strong toward Snake, the shaman, and his leader, over the treatment of his sister. But now, after acquiring some very shocking information, Crow could not hold himself back any longer. How could he leave his sister alone with him?
Padding silently up the staircase and onto the third level, Crow entered the leader’s den to find the two sleeping among different nests. Before then, Dove had told Crow that they would sleep together, however, over the past moon, the two took to separate nests. It was odd how this news bothered Dove, even as the scars of her mate's claws ripping through her face were still apparent. Crow could not understand how the she-cat had not held any resentment toward Snake and his carelessness. From this, Crow felt that he had the responsibility to take hers, and his own situation into his paws. Something has to change. He thought.
The dark tom, nearly just a blur in the shadows, hovered over his sleeping sister. He leaned down and dug his nose into the fur on her shoulder, waking her with a shudder. “Crow?” She mumbled, voice scratchy and unused. The tom flicked his tail, telling her to keep silent, and slowly began to nudge her from the nest and onto her paws. Suddenly, an excited gleam appeared in her eyes, beginning to dance her paws across the wooden boards. Dove had always had a thirst for adventure, yet Snake confined her to the camp, unless sent on patrols, and had Fog sent with her. Dove was annoyed to have the pale tom always on her heels, but seemed to care less and less as the moons passed, almost as if she was beginning to accept her ways with Snake and how he treated her.
Leading the groggy molly out of the room and onto the bottom level, Crow finally dared to open his mouth to speak. No cat stayed awake during such hours they stood awake in, and the protection of the mansion they called home was enough to make them think they did not need an overnight guard. This, in the pair's situation, was only better. This was the safest and quietest place where they could talk, out of all ears, even though the threat was just looming overhead. "Dove, I have something to tell you." The nearly identical tom mewed in a hushed voice. Dove leaned forward, ready to listen to his words. "You know I've never liked Snake, right?" He asked. The she-cat nodded, flicking the tip of her tail in slight annoyance. "Well-" Before Crow could continue, Dove cut in. "I don't want to hear your complaining. You know I am with that bastard to keep you alive, right?" She whispered. Crow nodded, but he knew he needed to continue on. "What I am trying to tell you is not useless. I know what I saw, and I know what I heard..."
Finally, the she-cat seemed intrigued, tilting her head to the side with a nod. "Go on, then." She sighed. Crow thanked her with a dip of his head and continued; "On our patrol yesterday, I stayed behind to gather up my apprentice, Bird. As I went back upstairs to grab him, I heard voices on the third level." As he finished, Dove nodded, flicking an ear toward the door as a chill blew in. "That was I. I went in to say my goodbyes to Snake before we left." Crow shook his head, anger flooding into his yellow eyes. "No, it wasn't you, I could have recognized your voice if it was you. It was that new she-cat, Flicker, and Snake." Dove blinked in response, waiting for him to go on. "Dove, that bastard is not loyal to you. He... he and Flicker..." The she-cat cut him off with a quick snap of her tail against the wooden floor, eyes narrowing. Her claws unsheathed in a flash and she scoured the floor beneath with a quick blow. "I don't want to hear another word, I am done with that wretched tom."
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Both Crow and his littermate, Dove, walked beside each other at dusk. The Tribe was tired after another day of work, now finally returning to their warm nests to retire for the night. As the moon rose higher into the dark sky, and moonhigh neared, this was when the pair would strike; however, they still had much time before then. Crow brushed his flank against the she-cat’s side comfortingly. The care he felt for his sister shone in his eyes, as worry flashed within them. “Are you ready for tonight?” He asked. Dove flicked an ear toward him, lowering her head slightly as she walked. “Always.” She murmured in reply.
This night, unlike the night before, was the brightest of them all. Without the light of the city around them, the full and bright moon was capable of taking over and lighting the sky as if it were still sundown. Its bright and round appearance in the sky drove on the dark tom as he lurked through the shadows, once again padding silently up the stairs. His tail was stiff and erect behind him, keeping just as much alert as his ears and mind did. He could not risk a single slip-up, not tonight. Upon entering the room, crossing through the doorway, Crow noticed the cool and empty feeling of the space. Although two cats rested among it, it felt as if there were none. A certain dread ran through his veins as if a warning, but the tom pushed on. Not tonight, He told himself. His sister stirred in her nest, yellow eyes landing on his on as they stared at each other. Her eyes were just as wary, just as unsure. “Let's get this over with.” He whispered. Dove nodded and rose, paws holding her composure perfectly.
Both turned and advanced the sleeping shaman. Both unsheathed their sharpened claws, scraping against the wooden boards underpaw. Both parted their jaws to show gleaming white fangs, ready to strike at any moment. Both felt as if they were unstoppable, on top of the world. There was so much wrong with that.
Suddenly, Crow felt a force shove into his side so rough it knocked him down. A weight pinned him to the cool floor as he yowled in protest, the feline on top hissing violently. “How dare you, traitor!” They roared. Crow could see, through his peripheral vision, Snake stir in his nest and stand in an instant. Dove let out a cry and launched herself at the tom in a fruitless attempt, bunching her hind legs and springing forward in a great leap. Snake was too fast for his own mate, his outstretched claws meeting her as she met them. The she-cat went flying across the floor, landing with a thud on the floor. For a second, all thought she was gone, until they say her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She was knocked unconscious.
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Dove’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her vision blurry and her hearing muffled. She blinked quickly, trying her best to clear the fog, and shook her head as her hearing returned. All around, the sounds of murmuring felines and their angered yowls filled the darkness. “Kill him!” one said, and “traitor!” another called. Before the she-cat had even seen it, she knew exactly what was happening. Crow laid stiff on the wooden floor, Snake circling him with his swaying tail. Beside Dove, Fog kept his watchful eye on her, even holding a heavy paw on her shoulder to keep her from moving. Snake continued to pace around the weak tom, feeding the crowd with unease and impatience. The noise grew.
“Cats of the Tribe of Burned Claws,” He called. “soldiers of the mighty cavalry, seconds in training, and our valiant guards, listen as I tell you what we have found tonight.” The crowd silenced at his words, their tension and hunger for excitement still lingering in the air. “There were traitors among our ranks, ones that wished to kill me.” He hissed loudly. Shouts of defiance rose once more. “Crow and Dove, the traitorous siblings, hatched a plan to attack me by moonhigh, tonight. But, here they lie, ready to die at my paws.” Snake then paused, a grin forming on his maw. “And look at me, I’m still alive.”
The tom pulled the air back into his lungs and turned his expression more serious, eyes narrowing as they met the other’s gazes; as if in a warning. “Cats from all around, let their deaths be a warning for all of whom will try to defy our rule; let their deaths be passed on through generation to generation, from broodmother to littluns, of why they must not defy our laws; let their deaths teach us the consequences!” With the shaman’s words, an uproar rose in the crowd. Cats cheered as they waited for the traitors to be killed, at the paws of their shaman, and eager to join in as well. Some would step forward to help with the execution, as the tradition worked, and the victim will die slowly. They will see each cat they fought alongside, lived alongside, and maybe even cared for, leave their mark along their pelt until they bled to death. Snake, the leader, was the first to begin the horrid tradition of their Tribe.
The powerful tom stepped toward the figure, still lying motionless among the worn floorboard, knocking a paw into his side. “Get up.” He commanded. Crow, weak and still slightly unconscious, heaved himself onto his paws. His eyes never met the widening ones of his sister, Dove, as she lied unable to move under the paw of Fog. Suddenly, she gasped. Crow was instantly knocked to the floor once more, a cheer rising in the audience. Snake padded up behind him, grasping the tom’s tail between his teeth and crushing down, pulling the figure back over to him. “Get up, coward.” He hissed. The black tom moved to stand again, his strength seeming to grow stronger as he moved onto his paws. Maybe, as he moved more and more out of consciousness, he would be able to fight back against the powerful shaman? - not even a chance.
Crow turned and faced the lithe cat as an effort to gain on him. However, as he raced toward him, the opponent swiftly dodged his quick advance and ran unsheathed claws along their side. A painful yowl ripped into the electrified air. Another chorus of shouts and cheers filled the space, with more painful cries from the victim, then finally followed by the silent sobbing of Dove as she watched her brother, of whom had sacrificed himself to save her, now bleeding to death just a fox-lengths away. And there she stayed, under the heavy paw of the guard, still unable to move. She could not help her brother now. Her brother was continuously battered, scraped, and bruised, being thrown to the ground countless times and his fur torn to shreds. Cheers and yowls grew louder and louder as the crowd urged Snake on. They wanted him to kill the traitor. However, just as Crow was near to death, Snake stopped his constant blows and turned back to the others. A smirk laid smugly upon his bloodied face, clumps of torn fur caught between his claws. “Any volunteers?” His voice boomed, eyes scanning the others. In that moment, Dove finally managed to catch the eyes of her brother. His gaze told her everything; it was over.
A smaller figure rose from the crowd and into the center of the circle, appearing before the shaman. The tom’s smirk grew into a toothy grin, eyes scanning over the pelt of the volunteer. Looking back over the crowd, he let out a triumphant yowl; “Bird wishes to leave his mark on the traitor!” Dove watched in horror as the recruit, mentored by Crow himself, advanced on the dark tom as he bled out onto the floorboards. “You taught me well, Crow,” He said, small voice somehow reverberating proudly through the room. “But now it is time for you to die, traitor!” Bird slashed his unsheathed claws over his mentor’s left eyes, causing an ear-splitting, pain-stricken cry to fill the air. Dove could not watch any longer.
Slowly, the shadows of other cats entering the circle and leaving their mark on the defeated tom engulfed Dove in her huddling state. She sobbed heavily, cries filling the air. That was, until a long shadow fell over her once more. “Open your eyes.” A gruff voice commanded. Dove, although her mind and body willed her to keep her eye shut, opened them anyway to view the speaker. It was the shaman himself, the one who had beat her brother to near-death with his own two paws. Rage filled her yellow eyes. “It is your turn now.” The defiant rage that once filled the she-cat instantly dispersed, filled with a sudden shock and fear. Never had she felt such mixture of feelings before, never had she felt such disgust before. She gulped to keep the bile rising in her throat at bay. What did he just say?
“You disgusting, flea-ridden piece of dirt!” She spat.
Fog shoved the she-cat to her paws, forcing Dove to advance forward. She struggled ferociously, but the crowd only split as she was pushed further and further toward who she believed to be her dying brother. She would have to leave her mark on the traitor, no matter how much she struggled. Snake rode up behind the guard, tail flicking in amusement. “Every tribe member must leave their mark on the executed, love, don’t you know that?” He padded past the molly and onto the other side of her brother, shoving him closer to her with a hard push. “I want you to kill him.” Fog left her side and joined the others in the crowd, his pale fur melting in with the others. The she-cat turned and looked around at the faces of fellow cats, yesterday having spoke to her as friend, now their eyes shone with hatred upon the traitor. Now, a new chant rose into the air; “kill the traitor!”.
Dove shook her head viciously, tears pooling in her weary eyes. “I will not lay a paw upon him.” She cried, lashing her tail violently. “I am a traitor too, why not kill me?” The crowd went silent once more, eyes shifting to Snake as they waited for his reply. Her merely chuckled, pacing forward. Then, he said, “It is your fault he is this way now, isn’t it?”
“No, it isn’t!” She cried out, eyes casting down to her brother. He let out a shuddering breath, unable to move at all. He had been too beaten and battered to even stand against his killers. Would Dove, his own sister, be the one to kill him in the end? “How could it be? I have done nothing!” Snake shook his head, moving even closer. “It is you he means to protect, it is you that keep him from saving himself. If it is you of whom he does this for, than it is you that has put him here.” In that moment, Dove believed him. His twisted words were enough to make her believe that he was right, no matter how crazy or insane they sounded. In that moment, she grasped onto anything that could guide her, even if it meant placing her trust on the cat who was killing her brother. In that moment, all she could think of was that she was the one who had done this to her brother. Finally, she looked up to the shaman once more, “But, how does that make this my fault?”
A shove from behind answered the she-cat, the crowd closing in and pushing her into her brother. The cats pushed in further, urging her on. “Kill him!”, they shouted loudly, “kill them both!”, others said. Snake defied their calls and glared into Dove’s eyes, forcing her on with an invisible force. She struggled beneath his gaze and jumped forward, a result of a cat from the crowd pushing her on. She faltered. Lowering her nose into her brother’s fur, the she-cat sobbed. She let her tears run through his dark fur, and wash the blood that seeped from his fresh founds. His breath, although ragged and faint, was a reassurance that he could hear her. With the other cats cheering and yowling overhead, Dove addressed her brother as he laid motionless. “Brother,” she mewed, sighing softly. “Please forgive me for this. I love you, forever and always. Remember me among the others up there."
With a final blow, Crow was dead. Cheers filled the night air, and a crooked smile adorned the face of a twisted leader.
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coo of the dove •♀•32m • mix
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crow • 32m • execution
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catmint • for greencough • 01
chervil • infected wounds • 01
cobwebs • stops bleeding • 01
comfrey root • broken bones • 01
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honey • usage • 01
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vole | 1 serving each | x00
squirrel | 2 servings each | x02
birds | 3 servings each | x02
small fish | 2 servings each | x02
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