- weather: new-leaf.
be very careful when heading out of camp! all the melted snow has caused any bodies of water to dangerously swell, and if not careful, an apprentice could be easily swept away. storm clouds loom overhead, promising to worsen the conditions. prey won't be so plentiful these days, nor will new cats.
Zmija's Folly wrote:
Hawkpaw had passed his assessment and the ancestors had spoken to Snowstar. The small tom, so meek, clumsy and honest had earned his warrior name ; Hawktuft. As Snowstar rose that morning she knew instantly what time it was. It was time to give the gaggle of kits their new mentors.
Snowstar called the clan beneath her and began before most had eaten, "I'm sure most of us are aware of what's about to happen, none more so then Poppycloud." a quick giggle passed over the clan and the queen ran her tongue over her shoulder at such attention. The six kits she'd mothered bounced around under her paws, a complete mess. Snowstar continued, "Now, before I get too far," the she-cat turned her attention to Mousewillow, "Is there anything you wish to say, Mousewillow?"
The medicine cat giggled and nodded, "You are so wise, Snowstar. I would like to say that I am ready for an apprentice."
Snowstar took the compliment in stride as she called Burrkit forward, "From this day forward Burrkit, you shall be known as Burrpaw. Mousewillow will be your mentor and I hope she will pass on all the knowledge she has." Burrpaw unenthusiastically touched noses with Mousewillow when the leader was done.
After Burrpaw came his siblings; Briarpaw was assigned to Timberfang, Ashpaw to Bearmask by special request, Willowpaw to Thornblossom, Bramblepaw to Swiftleap and Eaglepaw to Lightningwatcher. Swiftleap had many arguments against giving the love-struck tom an apprentice but most of the clan agreed that Eaglepaw was such a rule follower that he wasn't likely to let Lightningwatcher stray.. too far.
After the numerous ceremonies the clan took up the chant, "Burrpaw! Briarpaw! Ashpaw! Willowpaw! Bramblepaw! Eaglepaw!" Eaglepaw was by far the most proud of this achievement and he took most of the praise while the five other siblings shrank in comparison. While the apprentices were praised and talked about Poppycloud approached Snowstar, "Snowstar. I'd actually like to stay in the nursery. Screech never had me do much hunting or fighting - I'm not sure I'd make a very good warrior." the normally venomous and opinionated she-cat spoke with her head lowered and tail flicking sheepishly behind her.
Snowstar nodded and consented the whole deal - Poppycloud would make an excellent stay in queen. The leader was about to ask Poppycloud to go check on Cobweb when her shriek cut through the clan. The black she-cat stationed at the nursery's entrance collapsed under the sudden pain. Mousewillow was with her in a heartbeat hollering for Burrpaw. The apprentice quickly caught up to his new mentor, ready for his first lesson.
Swiftleap was quick to speak up, "Don't crowd her, everyone back!" his demanding tone had the clan back several steps in a heartbeat. "I want everyone out of the cave. Everyone aside from Mousewillow, Burrpaw and Tumbleweed." With a deep breath the deputy began to assign duties for the day, "Timberfang, Bearmask, and Lightningwatcher, take your new apprentices around the territory starting on the east side. Thornblossom, Mothfrost and I shall start on the west side."
The tom was about to disperse when a quiet voice pipped up, "Ah.. Swiftleap, what about me?"
The deputy turned to find Hawktuft staring back at him. Scolding himself the black and white tom was about to speak when Snowstar cut in, "Hawktuft and I will go hunting." The she-cat spat at Swiftleap, "Unless you have a better way for me to waste my time?" Hawktuft shrank at the hostility in Snowstar's voice and watched Swiftleap visibly recoil. The tom shook his head with a furrowed brow, "No.. Snowstar.. that's fine." "Good. Come along, Hawktuft."
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frostclan consumes half a fish and a rabbit
hawkpaw becomes hawktuft!
poppycloud's kits are assigned mentors.
cobweb goes into labor!
mousewillow & burrpaw sit by, ready to help cobweb.
timberfang, bearmask & lightningwatcher patrol and train briarpaw, ashpaw & eaglepaw.
thornblossom, mothfrost & swiftleap patrol the opposite side of the territory and train willowpaw & bramblepaw!
hawktuft and snowstar go hunting!
after hunting snowstar visits the ancestors to ask for a new cat.
- cobweb gave birth to 1 2 kits. sadly, both are stillborn.
timberfang, bearmask, + lightningwatcher's patrol was uneventful.
briarpaw, ashpaw, + eaglepaw learned the battle skill!
thornblossom, mothfrost, + swiftleap found a warrior!
willowpaw + bramblepaw learned the hunting skill!
hawktuft + snowstar caught a duck!
i'm so sorry about cobweb's kits!! ;-;
Phina D Wolf wrote:
[SwiftClan consumes half an Ermine!]
Scanning his territory, Sweetstar felt an overwhelming loneliness sweep over him. What good was it to have a clan when you had no one to share it with. Determinedly, he turned, and loped off to share tongues with StarClan to request a deputy.
[Sweetstar requests a Deputy]
- starclan has granted you a deputy!
Dinolil1 wrote:MoorClanIt was midnight and the moon was shining brightly, casting a silver coat over the rolling moors when Snailstep finally returned. With paws as silent as the clouds themselves, the shaggy tom crept into the nursery and quietly examined each of the sleepy kittens. The skinny one, take the skinny one! urged a voice and take the skinny one he did. The large tom had cleverly masked his scent with the putrid smell of badger; heavy and stinky enough to mask his own delicate smell and with a confident but stealthy swagger in his step, Snailstep stole away with a half-awake Hazelkit in his maw.
Hazelkit let out a moan, paws swatting at empty air and found himself far away from the crook of his mother's belly. The heady smell of badger overwhelmed him and he moaned piteously. ''Mom! Momma, wake up!'' but there came no shocked cry at his mother realizing that she was one kitten short, no thunder of paws as she woke up the clan in search of her beloved son. The fawn-pelted tom's moans died to a defeated whisper; he was doing to die in the dead of the night, at the jaws of a very hungry badger and the last thing he saw, flickering out of the dark night, was the flash of silver claws at the tip of a white paw.
Sunrise came quickly, hailing the discovery of a missing kitten and the birdsong was joined by an anguished scream. Oakfeather was staring at the space betwixt Elmkit and Beechkit, and with the scent of badger heavy in the air around them, there was no doubt her son had succumbed during the night. Bleary-eyed, Beechkit gazed unto his sobbing mother and blinked slowly; he was young and did not understand death yet. ''W-where's Hazelkit? Why're you crying?'' The tubby tom murmured, nudging her paws comfortingly. ''Hazel's dead; a mean ol' badger killed him.'' grizzled Elmkit, shaking her head furiously. Just yesterday, they'd all been playing together; Hazelstar, Beechstar and Elmstar all having friendly rivalries and a grand old time but now they'd never get to finish those games nor have another all because a badger wanted a midnight snack. Outside, she could hear her father demanding to search for Hazelkit's body; did he not know that Hazelkit would be half-digested in a belly by now?
''I'm telling you, it's suspicious how a badger didn't take the others and just took Hazelkit!'' exclaimed Dustfoot, shaken by despair. ''Maybe the badger was just being merciful.'' sniped Fritillarystar, ignoring his ceaseless ramblings. The pale-brown tom shook his head and stepped in front of the tortoishell. ''He's my son; please help me look for him!'' pleaded Dustfoot, amber eyes wide and begging. ''We have far pressing matters than a missing kitten; Robinstorm has vanished recently and on top of that, we have a murderer on the loose.'' she glared at him. ''We need to deliver justice; as far as I can tell, a badger eating a kitten is nothing new.'' And those words were followed by an unbearable silence from Dustfoot, the only sound being the breaking of his heart.
Swift paws trotted through the snow and four figures ducked stealthy behind a large boulder; Robinstorm crumpled onto the ground panting heavily, beaming at her trio of friends. ''So...when are we gonna unleash havoc?'' inquired a white molly, eyes glittering with excitement. ''Avocet! Don't speak like that, this is very serious.'' scolded a pale tom, turning from Avocet to Robinstorm. ''What's the plan? I hope it's not just barging in there.'' Robinstorm smiled, pleased to have some measure of control for a while. ''Glad you asked, Lightning, because I...don't have a plan.'' the torbie admitted sheepishly, head bowed in shame. The truth was that Robinstorm had hardly expected to find her friends and when she did, she had no idea how to move forth. A tall black tom sighed nervously and stared at her in a mixture of shock and exhaustion. ''Robin...y'know that it's not always good to rush forth, y'know?'' Robinstorm nodded, nuzzling him for comfort. ''I know, Swift, I know...''
Dawnpool, Hollytail and Ravenflower searching for Nettlefang
Darkheart, Lizard and Stonenose searching for Snailstep
Next post I'll mention: Dawnpool, Hollytail, Ravenflower, Darkheart, Lizard and Stonenose.
- dawnpool, hollytail, + ravenflower found nettlefang!
darkheart, lizard, + stonenose could not find snailstep.
Avisowl wrote:Roachjaw smiled as Sunlight accepted Oreo, now Flickersong. His heart beat quickly feeling Gingerfeather's eyes baring into him. Quickly he stepped away from the crowd going to hunt for prey. Gingerfeather smiled at the new warrior "very handsome...", she thought looking at the tom's enchanting eyes. Sunlight padded away, going out of camp, Flickersong told her of some more loners looking for their clan, and she wants to find them. Cloudmask turned away from Gingerfeather padding back to his den, heart fluttering. Gingerfeather took in a sharp breath and went up to Flickersong ,"hello I'm Gingerfeather, would you like to come hunt with me?" The tom blushed and shuffled his paws "yeah....of course!" The pair of cats went out of camp and into an undergrowth of vines and leaves. Out of he corner of Flickersong's eye, a shaped passed through the leaves.
{Roachjaw Hunts }
{Gingerfeather And Flickersong hunts}
{Sunlight searches for the loners Flickersong spoke about}
{A shrew and a bird is eaten}
- roachjaw caught a squirrel!
gingerfeather and flickersong caught a frog!
sunlight found a loner/warrior!
Grey_Hoodie wrote:πΎ
One Moon Ago ~
The familiar sight of the fallen redwood greeted him at last. In the thick waves of snow flurries swirling around him, the tom had been certain heβd been lost what with his vision so severely diminished. Now that he was so close, Coyotestar could feel the wind pressing heavier against him almost as if an invisible set of claws had latched onto his fur in an attempt to drag him back into the depths of the woods. Heβd spent most of his day trying to find something to eat, and with the evening light glowing behind the clouds, all he had to show for his efforts was a scrawny red squirrel. Better than nothing, he supposed. He didnβt know this forest yet and being in the midst of winter didnβt really offer him a varied menu of food.
Now ~
Coyotestar ducked beneath the naked branches of a bush. He had hoped to escape the winter storm, but the bush wasnβt offering much protection. The tom stepped further back into the bush until he could press his flank against the redwoodβs trunk, thankful that at least part of him was free of the buffeting wind and its entourage of snowflakes. He could feel his legs starting to give up beneath him, and the tomβs body slide down to rest in a dip in ground. His haunches seemed to sink lower than the rest of him, but the tom couldnβt be bothered to care as he was assaulted by another bout of snow flurries. It was enough to force a throat-ripping, nose-aching sneeze out of him, and the squirrelβs body plopped down onto Coyotestarβs paws, and he glared at it as a rush of cold air seemed to flood the space beneath him and bite at his belly. Petulantly, he decided he wasnβt hungry.
The tom heaved a sigh, nudging the squirrel closer to his chest so he could rest his nose in between his paws. Heβd have to wait out this storm first, but as soon as it was gone, Coyotestar was finding someplace to camp out for the rest of winter. He knew Starclan wanted him to establish a clan, but that was just going to have to wait until spring when he was, hopefully, in a better to mood to receive cats.
Something small and indecently cold poked itself into the tomβs stomach and Coyotestar shot up into the air with a startled yowl. The squirrelβs limp body dropped a tail-length away but went ignored as Coyotestar turned with a deep rumble in his throat to greet the offender. From what he had thought to be a dip in ground popped out a dark blue-grey molly. She appeared striking against the redwood trunk behind her and the stark white landscape around them.
Before the tom could utter a word, the molly gave a sniff and pinned her ears to her scalp, narrowed eyes locking on Coyotestar. βAnd who the heck are you?β Her frustration was palpable.
Startled out of his reverie, the tom managed to get out an βOh, um, I-β
βNevermind, just get in. Iβll deal with you both at the same time.β
Coyotestar wasnβt sure what the molly was talking about until she disappeared into the hole heβd apparently been laying on. The tom snatched up his squirrel and squeezed into the space behind the other cat. He could almost feel the weight of the tree above him pressing down on him, his whiskers brushing against the tunnel walls either side of him and a burst of nerves raced up and down his spine. The glow of the exit looked faint, and he couldnβt determine if it was because he was far away from it or if the sun was finally setting. The tunnel was tight, too tight and the tom could feel his breath picking up. Coyotestar leapt away from the tunnelβs exit with a gasp. He was in a sunken clearing surrounded by redwoods and thick, almost woven wall of skeletal bushes.
βAnd here I thought youβd abandoned me, my love.β The voice held a hint of a lilt and was on the edge of sounding like it was being deepened purposely. The tom who owned it lay inelegantly on the snowy ground, his tail kinked at an abnormal angle. He didnβt seem to notice Coyotestarβs arrival, head resting on his paws in the direction of the molly with his eyes shut tightly. Her response was an eye roll and an irritated tail lash, swatting the tom in the face until he bucked up to avoid any more of the beating. Coyotestar was met with another glare from the molly, and he couldnβt help but feel antagonized. He didnβt have any control over the other tom!
βI seem to be having a ton of cats wandering through my parts and I want to know why. Whatβs your name?β She drew close to Coyotestar, forcing him to lean back and look up into her piercing green eyes.
The tom wouldnβt allow himself to be intimidated, straightening his spine to level his gaze with that of the mollyβs even as he awkwardly bumped their noses together and dropped his squirrel on her toes. He cleared his throat as quietly as he could and managed to maintain an even tone as he responded, βCoyotestar.β
βA Leader? To what clan? These forests held no other cat than I before you two showed up.β The molly snorted and turned to the other tom, βAnd you?β
Coyotestar shrugged, interrupting the other tom before he could even open his maw to introduce himself. βWhatever clan it is that Starclan has sent me to lead.β The molly huffed, shaking her head. She had an apologetic look on her face when she turned. βLook, Iβll shelter you through the rest of winter. I wonβt see either of you starve, but then I suggest you move on. This is no place for a clan.β Whatever more she wished to add was left unspoken, and Coyotestar only nodded solemnly. He felt a surge of regret knowing that he would have to betray her words to please his ancestors, but if they believed these forests could house a clan, Coyotestar would try his hardest to give it to them.
βPebblevine,β the molly said, her voice oddly light compared to the harsher tones sheβd been using with both the toms thus far, βis what Iβm called.β Coyotestar offered her a smile, knowing full well it was a terrible attempt at an apology for the trouble he would inevitably end up putting the molly through.
βPebblevine! My shining stone! My beloved honeycomb!β the color-pointed tom rose to his feet, coming up far shorter than Coyotestar had expected. The wide, bright blue eyes desperately seeking those of the mollyβs left the tom questioning just how old this other cat was. βI, Elk, will never leave your side. How could I ever abandon you, my sparrow?β The tom pressed himself up close to the molly, stuffing his nose in the thick fur surrounding her neck and letting out a rumbling purr.
Coyotestar hid his snickering in the belly fur of his squirrel as Pebblevine gagged, pushing a paw into the younger tomβs chest until he backed up.Elk had attempted yet another flirt.
βEnough, you leech.β Pebblevine growled, shaking her coat as she stood free of the other two cats. The three had ended up beneath the thick roots of one of the redwoods, cuddled together to keep warm. Coyotestar blinked blearily as the mollyβs voice got further and further away. He stretched his paws out in front of him, a giant yawn splitting his face in half. He felt more than heard his stomach grumble and the tom glanced over at Elk whose face had fallen into a disgruntled frown.
Coyotestar knew he shouldnβt encourage the tomβs behavior, but he never ended up bringing back much fresh-kill when he hunted on his own. Course, heβd never actually seen Elk go out to hunt before, and the younger tom had never before joined him when he offered, so the result might not change. βMaybe if you werenβt so lazy, sheβd like you more.β Coyotestar offered.
Elk barked out a laugh. βMe? Lazy? How am I lazy?β Coyotestar closed his eyes and shrugged nonchalantly. He trotted toward the fallen tree and its hidden tunnel. βIβm going hunting if youβd like to join. Iβm sure Pebblevine would really appreciate a freshly caught meal when she gets back.β He called over his shoulder, chuckling when he heard a scrabbling of paws chasing after him.
[center][Pebblevine goes on a border patrol. Coyotestar and Elk go hunting.]
- pebblevine found an apprentice!
coyotestar + elk caught a large fish!
Galipaygo wrote:Fireclan
Timberstar pads through the forest, slowly and keeping his gaze forward. He held his head high as the sunlight from the morning sun trickled down to warm the cold ground from the recent night. It was quiet. Only the occasional bird or vole scratching around was heard over the tom's walking. He was on a boarder patrol of his new territory, taking in every inch to make sure he knew where everything was. He wanted to be ready for anything. He took his time on his patrol, and soon it was already noon. He began to head back to camp, keeping more alert this time for he planned to hunt as he made his way to his camp. He knew he needed food quickly or his new clan wouldn't make it far, even with Newleaf.
As the sun began to set, Timberstar reflected on how the day went. What had happened. What he hoped would happen next moon. As the sun shined its last glow over the horizon Timberstar moved to travel to the Moonpool. Sure, it was a journey, but he planned to ask Starclan for a cat that would join his new clan. He didn't care the rank they specialized in, nor did he care how they looked. He just wanted a strong willing cat to help grow the numbers of the clan quickly. He needed more cats for the upcoming gathering...
Timberstar patrols the boarders
Timberstar hunts for food
Timberstar travels to the Moonpool and asks for a strong cat to help grow the numbers of the clan.
- timberstar's border patrol was uneventful.
timberstar caught a bird!
starclan has granted you a warrior!
stormly wrote:xxxxxxxMy clan is called Morningclan.
xxxxxxxThe cats are vein and clear-headed. Often characterized as the thieves of the forest, they have a habit to take something that isn't theirs. They look for pretty stones, flowers, and various items. The ones who are mischievous enough explore the side of the thunderpath, finding (rare) articles such as jewelry. As a result of this action they earned the name Morningclan for the habit to leave the thunderpath when the sun begins to rise, due to the fact that it gets much more hectic during the day. They are lithe and long-legged cats who boast about their beauty, but that doesn't mean they aren't willing to get dirty. As they seem they are quite the daredevils and love some good drama to get involved with.
xxxxxxxThey live in a valley which is covered with trees. The only areas that don't contain an inch of the diverse and thick forest is the thunderpath, nicknamed the Abandoned Sunrise, which ominously cuts through the former plantation. It is mostly quiet but at its peek during daylight. The thunderpath is forbidden to younglings and those who are debilitated. When a cat reaches 12 moons, becoming a warrior of Morningclan, is the time they have reached the age to cross. There are also abandoned twoleg nests at the border of the valley which can commonly be seen with juveniles inside. The valley holds varied creeks and a river which leads to a lake outside of their territory. When it rains it can become swamped in certain areas and if long and persistent enough flooded. The air is mainly clean and warm, but on certain days a luminous fog takes over the land, most cats are on their guard during this time because of a superstition of spirits taking ground. This same superstition also comes with bad storms. Two common 'hangout' sections are a meadow and the start of the large cliff. The meadow is filled with flowers which most clanmates like to pick, but it still makes a nice place to chat. Younglings also like to chase butterflies, fireflies, or other insects here. The start of the hill, named the Sun's Rock by all cats, including outsiders, is where others climb and find new spots to sunbathe as sunlight likes to shine and glisten against the rocks. There is a continuous fight on who gets to claim the area.
xxxxxxxTheir camp consists of a worn down hickory tree which lays in the top center. It is normally decorated with special findings and plants. It is also surrounded with prey to eat. The area is overgrown much like their territory. The whole camp digs down which holds a small cliff opposite of the hickory tree. Meetings are held on top of this cliff and sometimes cats spend their time up there to chat. It is large and holds several tunnels, this is where warrior's and the deputy sleep. The tunnels lead to small dens that each warrior can have, which mates can share as well. They take pride in how they decorate their dens. There is no elder's den since most warriors stay in their den until deceased. Dens are also usually passed down to kin. It is also rumored that badgers used to use this dens and soon after another clan, both were supposedly forced out by a mysterious occurrence. Apprentices stay in a dirt tunnel left of the cliff, it is a medium-sized den and is covered with moss. The medicine cat den is underground and dimly lighted. The medicine cat sleeps here and can decorate it if they please. The nursery is right beside the medicine cat den, still underground but separated by a small passage way. It is lighted better since it seems to have a small skylight on the top of the den, kits can't escape through this because it is too high up. The last den is the leader's den which is located directly behind the hickory tree. It is a dirt tunnel as well but instead of going deeper it elevates. When it rains a small stream goes down it and resembles a small waterfall.
xxxxxxxPredators include: twolegs, stray dogs, outsiders, and adders. An exception are foxes, they are relatively smart and both groups tend to keep away from each other. They haven't gotten into any problems with the clan yet.
xxxxxxxPrey include: mice, voles, rabbits, squirrels, water shrew, and small fish. They choose not to eat any type of bird no matter how desperate.
xxxxxxxNote: juveniles are teenagers or relatively young adults that sneak off to forgotten cabins. The cats like to search the places after the twolegs leave.
- morningclan has been founded!
-Rainy-Days- wrote:(Hewwo! I wish to join this! Lemme just make a clan real quick...)CreekClan
In the darkest depths of the forest, there lie cats just as mysterious.
Usually described as skilled and clear-headed, but also proud and wily, the felines of CreekClan have many specialties.
With the ability to swim at their paws, these cats are adept at catching even the largest of fish, these aquatic creatures being their main source of nourishment. However, they are also well-trained at stalking, and well as killing a large variety of other woodland creatures that live in their territory, such as mice, birds and squirrels.
However, despite living in a forest, the trees there are mostly far too tall for cats to properly climb up - thus, these cats lack the ability to properly climb up a tree.
And while we are already at the subject of territory, these cats are known to be very territorial as well, banding together to drive off all who oppose them.
But, although they are extremely skilled hunters, CreekClan cats must rely heavily on strategy and skills to defeat their opponents, as they are not exactly masters of brute force.
Their camp is located in the middle of their forested territory, a large dip in the land, a large river flowing right beside it. A huge tree, known to CreekClan cats as the "Mystic Tree", grows at the edge of the dip, acting as a place to call meetings with its low-hanging branches, but also as the leader's den, a small cave having formed at its large roots.
In the middle of the camp is an earthy clearing, along with another small tree stump, beside which lies the fresh-kill pile.
Around the clearing, the dens are arranged in the shape of a circle, the warriors' and apprentices' dens being the closest to the creek, which halfway circles the camp.
A large, thick bramble bush acts as the warriors' den, the ground inside of it scattered with beds of moss and feathers.
Right beside it lies the apprentices' den, yet another large bramble thicket. However, this time, a small patch of stinging nettles grow behind it.
After that comes the nursery, the most protected den in the entire camp: it is located beneath the roots of a smaller tree, somewhat similar to the leader's den, which is right beside it. A curtain of ivy falls down in front of the somewhat large entrance, allowing peace and privacy inside.
Then, there's the medicine cat den, a fallen tree. Some of the inside has been hollowed out fairly well by natural causes, though it has still left a few ridges sticking out of the walls, perfect for placing herbs. A soft layer of moss is spread out on the ground.
Finally comes the elders' den, created by weaving a very thick layer of reeds, stones, leaves and moss on top of the long roots of the fallen tree. Similar to the nursery, a curtain of ivy surrounds the den, allowing the elders to rest in peace.
Overall, the CreekClan cats live in a marshy forest environment, with rivers and streams commonplace there.
However, in Greenleaf, Twolegs are a large threat, as a few of them enjoy bringing their dogs with them to wander around the territory, thus scaring away most of the animals, as well as throwing multiple pieces of waste, thus contaminating the otherwise beautiful scenery.
Here is a list summarizing the rest:
Common Enemies: Twolegs, Foxes, Dogs
Common Prey: Fish (any kind), Water Voles, Frogs, Mice, Squirrels, Birds (any kind)
[Note: They despise any kind of moor animal, such as rabbits, hares and stoats.]
Strengths: Swimmers, Strategizers, Good Hunters
Weaknesses: Not exactly the strongest based on brute strength, cannot climb trees, Twolegs litter frequently in Greenleaf, rivers sometimes flood after storms
- creekclan has been founded!
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