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Moth
She-Cat|9 moons old|Kittypet
"i dream of star covered cats and lands filled with running prey...its a place i wish to find one day"
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·̇·̣̇̇·̣̣̇̇·̇ ❉❯ she took a deep breath, that...she was rude, she can admit that. two wrongs make no rights. "i do not enjoy that you have threatened my life...but i shouldnt have used starclan against you..." she bows her head "i am sorry, i will not return here, i do hope your day...goes well." she sighs, she needed to get her temper over control before someone killed her. she turns away, tail whisking along as she goes to see if anyone else would take her. she...she couldnt quit now Good...keep searching. the voice told her, sometimes she wondered what this star covered cat wanted her to do...she had been fading meaning she was being forgotten so she would only get moth so far. ❮❉·̇·̣̇̇·̣̣̇̇·̇
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Questions first kindness later then. Fine with her. Raizel settled back down as the brown tabby did, as she expected to hold this conversation for quite a while if she was lucky. At the comment about her name she barely managed to hold back a scoff, "Thanks.." sarcasm crept into her voice. Weird? Maybe by her standards but she would in time. That reminded her she should really catch this one's name...hmm.
Oh the story of her forced servitude, wouldn't that be interesting to tell. "Well I wasn't born a kittypet, thank goodness, I was born in my mother's travelling group." Raizel began, nostalgia already seeping back into her senses. "Rowdy bunch. Mostly comprised of me and my siblings and some others randoms who decided to follow my mother's beliefs...which were very questionable to be honest." Eyebrows furrowed as she remembered the traditions that her mother forced them to uphold...very questionable indeed.
The marbled tabby started to inspect her claws as she depved deeper into her life story. "Things happened, though. Families can be awfully messy. All the arguments about who was right and who was wrong and this and that all grow old." Who was there to blame? Quite a few cats actually. "Mother had a tendency to have tantrums and run off for a while as she usually did. One time she disappeared longer than usual and my dear baby brother wouldn't stop sobbing. It was terribly annoying so relented and agreed to go and retrieve her from her bad mood." Copper hues narrowed in annoyance at the memory.
"Unfortunately that would lead to my capture. For some unknown reason mother had wandered off to the twolegplace and one of those hideous creatures managed to corner and trap me." Spite filled her voice as she went on. "Terribly selfish of my mother, really. Causing me to get trapped like that." Suppose she should have expected it for it was in character for her mother to only care about herself.
"I believe I only spent around 3 moons as a kittypet and I have no intention of running back to my former group. They weren't worth much anyways, so daft and arrogant." A bit like her but she begged to differ. Now, onto the next question(a rude one at that), did her charm compensate for her lack of sense? "Well yes, I suppose so." the pretty tabby shrugged, not particularly offended by it becuase it was true. Oh wait, did she think she was charming too? How sweet.
Now for the big question, why did she want to join a band of cats she knew little about? "Well, kittypets love to gossip and I've heard rumours of a group of fierce and powerful cats. Cats who don't take any nonsense and work as one. Cats who have a purpose." Hopefully her flattery would help her convince this cat, afterall, "I wish to be apart of that. To prove myself as worthy of being part of something bigger. To having a purpose." Sincerity laced her melodious voice, overshadowing her otherwise sugar coated way of speaking. This was all true. If this intimidating beauty could offer her a motive for becoming more than she already was then she'd be sure to pay back the favour.
But she still hadn't answered for why she was ignoring the consequences of her decision. "Even if I end up in a position I don't like because of my choice at least it will be my own. I would just have to push through because I had the freedom to chose and that is what I chose. Simple, I wouldn't have the right to complain." Raizel allowed a coquettish smile to return to her maw as she canted her head. "So, pretty lady, what do you say? Do I pass to the second round of our interview?" By that she meant hunting to prove that she wasn't totally useless. Please, please, please...
The leader was evidently unimpressed by her declaration. That was alright. Not ideal, but not surprising. Red had faith that she would prove the other molly wrong. She dipped her head in acknowledgement of Dawnstar's explanation.
"Let us hope so indeed," she agreed, refraining from assuring her with more promises. She could tell that actions would speak louder than words in this circumstance. She was unfamiliar with the title of apprentice, but it appeared to be some sort of hierarchy, which she had guessed would be in place to keep a group of this size organized. Slytiger. She let the name roll around in her head, memorizing it. Unreliable. It seemed almost as if Dawnstar was trying to set her up for failure, between her preconceived notion of her character and now this assignment. But Red was not discouraged, and she couldn't blame a cat for being inclined to beliefs rooted in experience.
Territory tour, stealth assessment, battle assessment, patrol. She created a mental checklist. Seemed simple enough. She wasn't particularly thrilled about the camp confinement, but with any luck it wouldn't be long before she proved to be trustworthy.
"I swear to protect and serve Shadowclan at risk of death for as long as I may find shelter in its shadow," she replied smoothly. She had no qualms with this vow, as it seemed perfectly reasonable for her to pledge allegiance to a clan that upheld her ideals. There was one question remaining for her, though.
"Who can I speak with about Starclan?" she asked after allowed a pause for the leader's approval of her promise. "I don't mean to appear ignorant, but the term comes up frequently in whispers of the clans, and I would appreciate the opportunity to learn more." Red was a deeply grounded individual, and she had a hard time wrapping her head around the idea of spirits and whatnot. But she would be lying to herself if she said the subject didn't intrigue her.
Name: Bella.
Age: Roughly five years.
Gender: She-cat.
Rank request: Either warrior, or kit caretaker.
New Name: BloodClaw.
Reason for joining: She has three kits, and she thinks it’ll be safer for her kits in a clan.
Extra background:
Scars: A scar over her left eye. Got too excited from leaving her kittypet life behind she forgot she couldn’t attack a dog, and her friend had to save her.
Left eye problem: Along with the scar, the dog blinded her out of her left eye.
Missing: Front left paw: got shot off by a hunter. She had the option to run away, her, and a friend went after a hunter for killing their other friend, and got her paw shot off. (They got back up, and succeeded.)
Kit 1: He’s missing his back right leg missing due to a fox.
Kit 2: Blinded out of his eyes in a clan war.
Kit 3: Got her right ear ripped off in a clan war.
Joining Form
Name: Honey
Age: 3 moons
Gender: female
Rank Request: Kit
New Name: HoneyKit
Reason for Joining: abandoned by owner, found/freed by Nightshiver. She is a kit, therefore she will need a place to stay.
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Honey
She/Her
A cream tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
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| Mentions - @Estelle | @Undertaker - tagged to see the join application, no need to respond just yet |
| Notes - This is for the initial incident/joining post. Honey is located on the territory, not just on the border. |
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——> Trust was a hard concept for Honey…
How could it be easy? She was only three moons old and had so many unanswered questions. At about two moons old, she was taken away from her mother and placed in a twoleg nest that was nothing near familiar to her. For starters, the nest smelt terrible. It was almost like the dirt she created in the sandbox. If the smell wasn’t bad enough, the twolegs were awful. Although she was well-fed, they never showed her any attention or even answers the busy she-cats questions. This wasn’t even the worst thing they did, as the current situation Honey was in now, was probably the most terrible thing yet.
Honey could barely breathe. Her short, cut claws could only just cut small holes into the thick void that surrounded her. She was scared, and could barely make out the scents outside of her flimsy cage. The smell of rot surrounded her, as she slipped on squishy mush between her feet. The she-cat could barely keep her footing, as the ground beneath her was unstable and uneven. Just then, she made sudden impact with the forest floor. Honey grunted, but didn’t struggle. She couldn’t quite see out the bag, but she could make out the green around her.
There was silence… a lot of silence… or maybe she wasn’t listening to what was around her. The smell began to burn her nose and she let out a soft mew. Minutes pass, and her call went to empty ears. She meows again, but louder, trying to claw her way out of the garbage bag that held her. Fear took its place as the air around her heated up. If she couldn’t get out, the sun on the black exterior would surely cook her. Honey calls for help as her dull claws try to pull the bag apart… She couldn’t escape alone…
“H-HELP…!”
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Name: Surge
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: AMAB - He/Him
Rank Request: Warrior
New Name: Surgecrest
Reason for Joining: He believes he's cut out for Clan life now, he's learnt about the Clans (ShadowClan in particular) from a few cats. Other than that, the same reason as before. He wants Dawnstar to know he's persistent and dedicated.
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Dark brown tom with orange and cream markings and green eyes
He/Him | 18 Moons | +Every 15th | Outsider | Easygoing, laid-back, dependent
He found himself at the border yet again. But this time, he wasn't unsure. He knew what he came here for.
"Did not know whether I was welcome back here or not, but regardless, I am back." Surge announced his arrival, steering clear from the border. "I have had the fortunate chance to meet a young cat that formerly resided in ShadowClan. And I was able to understand Clan life better. So I ask, once again, if I could be let in and be allowed to call ShadowClan home." He'd also somehow pulled a ShadowClan resident into his dream... But that was a different story.
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Nightshiver
[ 65 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Help. That is what she heard from and idle voice deep within the territory; the queen was rarely spotted out of the nursery, but she had wanted to stretch her legs when she heard the feeble call. As the mother she was, she couldn't ignore the call, anxiety gripping her heart that maybe a kitten had gotten out. She hadn't seen anyone missing, but -- oh, her gaze softened. She knew immediately that this was not one of her clan's little ones, but the soft spot she had for the little ones showed right away.
Nightshiver rushed over with little hesitation, her tail coming to gently wrap around the bag to pull it close. "It's -- it's.. okay. You're...sa..safe."
She cooed over the bag, claws unsheathing to careful tear it open, revealing the little one in full. "O-oh...honey,"
She murmured, leaning down to pick the kit up by the scruff and set her down within the soft grass, tail intending to keep her warm. Nightshiver's heart ached having seen the kitten in such a poor state, and she sniffed the little one's head for any sign of potential illness. "A-are you...are you.. hurt?"
Honey
She/Her
A cream tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
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The kitten was abnormally warm, smelling like rot and trash. She wasn’t sick, just exhausted. The she-kit cringes away from the queen, fluffing up her fur defensively and hissing to protect herself. Even though the older she-cat had a comforting smell to her, Honey needed to keep herself safe. She wasn’t used to interacting with other cats, especially one so much older than her. After what seemed to be a minute of her defensiveness, she let her fur lie flat. Clearly, the queen wasn’t a threat, and she could let her guard down a bit…
“Y-y-y-y-you saved m-m-me…?” This was both a statement and a question. She looks up at the older molly, ears back slightly. “I-I don’t- I don’t know how I- how I got here- I had two legs that didn’t like me that much but- but I never thought they’d get rid of me- it- it’s not- it’s not fair- first they took me from my momma and then they took me out of a place I liked- h- wh-“ she finally realized the severity of her situation, the dread setting in. “Wh-what do I do…?”
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Questions first kindness later then. Fine with her. Raizel settled back down as the brown tabby did, as she expected to hold this conversation for quite a while if she was lucky. At the comment about her name she barely managed to hold back a scoff, "Thanks.." sarcasm crept into her voice. Weird? Maybe by her standards but she would in time. That reminded her she should really catch this one's name...hmm.
Oh the story of her forced servitude, wouldn't that be interesting to tell. "Well I wasn't born a kittypet, thank goodness, I was born in my mother's travelling group." Raizel began, nostalgia already seeping back into her senses. "Rowdy bunch. Mostly comprised of me and my siblings and some others randoms who decided to follow my mother's beliefs...which were very questionable to be honest." Eyebrows furrowed as she remembered the traditions that her mother forced them to uphold...very questionable indeed.
The marbled tabby started to inspect her claws as she depved deeper into her life story. "Things happened, though. Families can be awfully messy. All the arguments about who was right and who was wrong and this and that all grow old." Who was there to blame? Quite a few cats actually. "Mother had a tendency to have tantrums and run off for a while as she usually did. One time she disappeared longer than usual and my dear baby brother wouldn't stop sobbing. It was terribly annoying so relented and agreed to go and retrieve her from her bad mood." Copper hues narrowed in annoyance at the memory.
"Unfortunately that would lead to my capture. For some unknown reason mother had wandered off to the twolegplace and one of those hideous creatures managed to corner and trap me." Spite filled her voice as she went on. "Terribly selfish of my mother, really. Causing me to get trapped like that." Suppose she should have expected it for it was in character for her mother to only care about herself.
"I believe I only spent around 3 moons as a kittypet and I have no intention of running back to my former group. They weren't worth much anyways, so daft and arrogant." A bit like her but she begged to differ. Now, onto the next question(a rude one at that), did her charm compensate for her lack of sense? "Well yes, I suppose so." the pretty tabby shrugged, not particularly offended by it becuase it was true. Oh wait, did she think she was charming too? How sweet.
Now for the big question, why did she want to join a band of cats she knew little about? "Well, kittypets love to gossip and I've heard rumours of a group of fierce and powerful cats. Cats who don't take any nonsense and work as one. Cats who have a purpose." Hopefully her flattery would help her convince this cat, afterall, "I wish to be apart of that. To prove myself as worthy of being part of something bigger. To having a purpose." Sincerity laced her melodious voice, overshadowing her otherwise sugar coated way of speaking. This was all true. If this intimidating beauty could offer her a motive for becoming more than she already was then she'd be sure to pay back the favour.
But she still hadn't answered for why she was ignoring the consequences of her decision. "Even if I end up in a position I don't like because of my choice at least it will be my own. I would just have to push through because I had the freedom to chose and that is what I chose. Simple, I wouldn't have the right to complain." Raizel allowed a coquettish smile to return to her maw as she canted her head. "So, pretty lady, what do you say? Do I pass to the second round of our interview?" By that she meant hunting to prove that she wasn't totally useless. Please, please, please...
Oh, wonderful, something new. She was a former rogue who was kidnapped and made a kittypet. That was far more tolerable than hearing that she was born a kittypet and simply looking for a little adventure. The leader was intrigued by the beliefs the mother held. As far as she knew, rogues gather together for protection and security, not beliefs. It didn't sound like this band or family was all that large, and their leader was incompetent.
Who the hell runs off crying? The mother sounded like a dramatic waste of space. Dawnstar stared long and hard at Raizel, trying to figure out if she'd be the same if she didn't get her way. The molly seemed like the type who got her way; that tongue was charming, but pretty words only got cats so far with Dawnstar. Especially when she assumed the pretty words were self-serving.
"So you just up and abandoned your family like that? I can't help but wonder how that makes you any better than your mother, especially when you went to go fetch your mother and never returned." No sense of loyalty? She wasn't given much insight into the family dynamic, but family was family. It didn't sound like hers was abusive or terrible, just not what she wanted. She wondered if that's what happened with Lark. Being abandoned, hurt, and left deep scars, she knew that better than most.
Dawnstar's disdain for abandonment and lack of loyalty left her wary about bringing the she-cat into her home. If all it took was arrogance and daftness to make her run, she wouldn't be happy among any of the clans... Thinking of the other clans, Raizel's words did little to ease her concerns about her vanishing at a drop of a hat.
"You know little to nothing about the clans and came begging at the first one you found. That is a little disappointing and insulting. Perhaps you should go sniffing the other three clans before settling on one. Our values, beliefs, and ways are similar, but I can assure you we are very different groups of cats." Her tone dropped an octave and came out as a snarl.
"Hmm, while I understand what you're saying, that kinda of talk isn't sitting well with me. That's why you should take the time to gather all the information you can and make a sound choice rather than throwing all your mice into the first clan you stumble upon. You may learn to tolerate your choice, but we take loyalty very seriously among our clans. If you're not fully dedicated or the wrong cat picks up on your toleration, you'd risk being booted out of the clan, or worse, I like killing things I don't trust." Dawnstar shrugged her broad shoulders and lazily eyed the she-cat.
"You're search for a purpose, and you'll get that in the clans, lives will depend on you, so being merely tolerant isn't going to cut out here." She'd feel better if the cat knew who she was getting involved with, with ShadowClan being chosen rather than stumbled upon.
"You really want to show off, huh. If you want to hunt, go ahead, but whatever you catch is mine." The fanged grin told the loner it was non-negotiable.
The leader was evidently unimpressed by her declaration. That was alright. Not ideal, but not surprising. Red had faith that she would prove the other molly wrong. She dipped her head in acknowledgement of Dawnstar's explanation.
"Let us hope so indeed," she agreed, refraining from assuring her with more promises. She could tell that actions would speak louder than words in this circumstance. She was unfamiliar with the title of apprentice, but it appeared to be some sort of hierarchy, which she had guessed would be in place to keep a group of this size organized. Slytiger. She let the name roll around in her head, memorizing it. Unreliable. It seemed almost as if Dawnstar was trying to set her up for failure, between her preconceived notion of her character and now this assignment. But Red was not discouraged, and she couldn't blame a cat for being inclined to beliefs rooted in experience.
Territory tour, stealth assessment, battle assessment, patrol. She created a mental checklist. Seemed simple enough. She wasn't particularly thrilled about the camp confinement, but with any luck it wouldn't be long before she proved to be trustworthy.
"I swear to protect and serve Shadowclan at risk of death for as long as I may find shelter in its shadow," she replied smoothly. She had no qualms with this vow, as it seemed perfectly reasonable for her to pledge allegiance to a clan that upheld her ideals. There was one question remaining for her, though.
"Who can I speak with about Starclan?" she asked after allowed a pause for the leader's approval of her promise. "I don't mean to appear ignorant, but the term comes up frequently in whispers of the clans, and I would appreciate the opportunity to learn more." Red was a deeply grounded individual, and she had a hard time wrapping her head around the idea of spirits and whatnot. But she would be lying to herself if she said the subject didn't intrigue her.
Oh! She liked that answer. Dawnstar was betting on the she-cat being one of the few who proved her wrong. Who knows, maybe she'd rise in rank if she proved herself trustworthy enough. At the moment, Dawnstar would be satisfied if she didn't cause her any trouble.
"StarClan? That's an oddly specific ask. You can learn more about our religious beliefs by simply asking around, same as you'll learn about our rules, hierarchy, and code. The Enforcers would be the most knowledgeable alongside the elders, but I'd imagine any clan-born cat in ShadowClan will help you with that." She meowed with a flick of her tail.
"From this day forth, you'll be known as Redsong. If you don't find a clanmate who can fill you in on clan ways, and your mentor is slack, my den will be open, and I can answer your questions. You'll be formally introduced to the clan at the next meeting." Dawnstar didn't normally bother with assigning new cats lessons on the hierarchy, religion, and whatnot; it's something that they often learn as they live in the clan.
"Come on, follow me, Redsong." Dawnstar beckoned the she-cat to her side as she led her back home.
[Done, go ahead and submit her. Since Slytiger had gone missing, she'll be training with @/Tallstar's Flytail instead.]
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Name: Surge
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: AMAB - He/Him
Rank Request: Warrior
New Name: Surgecrest
Reason for Joining: He believes he's cut out for Clan life now, he's learnt about the Clans (ShadowClan in particular) from a few cats. Other than that, the same reason as before. He wants Dawnstar to know he's persistent and dedicated.
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Dark brown tom with orange and cream markings and green eyes
He/Him | 18 Moons | +Every 15th | Outsider | Easygoing, laid-back, dependent
He found himself at the border yet again. But this time, he wasn't unsure. He knew what he came here for.
"Did not know whether I was welcome back here or not, but regardless, I am back." Surge announced his arrival, steering clear from the border. "I have had the fortunate chance to meet a young cat that formerly resided in ShadowClan. And I was able to understand Clan life better. So I ask, once again, if I could be let in and be allowed to call ShadowClan home." He'd also somehow pulled a ShadowClan resident into his dream... But that was a different story.
Dawnstar strolled over to the return cat with a frown stuck on her face. Huh, they must have gotten it into their heads they could return since Deerclaw... how annoying.
"Great, you wanna mouse? Go away if that's all you got. You've still given me no reason to bring you into my clan. You're also testing my patience." She wasn't quite ready to try and kill, but they were getting there.
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Nightshiver
[ 65 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Help. That is what she heard from and idle voice deep within the territory; the queen was rarely spotted out of the nursery, but she had wanted to stretch her legs when she heard the feeble call. As the mother she was, she couldn't ignore the call, anxiety gripping her heart that maybe a kitten had gotten out. She hadn't seen anyone missing, but -- oh, her gaze softened. She knew immediately that this was not one of her clan's little ones, but the soft spot she had for the little ones showed right away.
Nightshiver rushed over with little hesitation, her tail coming to gently wrap around the bag to pull it close. "It's -- it's.. okay. You're...sa..safe."
She cooed over the bag, claws unsheathing to careful tear it open, revealing the little one in full. "O-oh...honey,"
She murmured, leaning down to pick the kit up by the scruff and set her down within the soft grass, tail intending to keep her warm. Nightshiver's heart ached having seen the kitten in such a poor state, and she sniffed the little one's head for any sign of potential illness. "A-are you...are you.. hurt?"
Honey
She/Her
A cream tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
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The kitten was abnormally warm, smelling like rot and trash. She wasn’t sick, just exhausted. The she-kit cringes away from the queen, fluffing up her fur defensively and hissing to protect herself. Even though the older she-cat had a comforting smell to her, Honey needed to keep herself safe. She wasn’t used to interacting with other cats, especially one so much older than her. After what seemed to be a minute of her defensiveness, she let her fur lie flat. Clearly, the queen wasn’t a threat, and she could let her guard down a bit…
“Y-y-y-y-you saved m-m-me…?” This was both a statement and a question. She looks up at the older molly, ears back slightly. “I-I don’t- I don’t know how I- how I got here- I had two legs that didn’t like me that much but- but I never thought they’d get rid of me- it- it’s not- it’s not fair- first they took me from my momma and then they took me out of a place I liked- h- wh-“ she finally realized the severity of her situation, the dread setting in. “Wh-what do I do…?”
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Dawnstar's been antsy about queens leaving camp, well, more than the others. So you could imagine her irritation when she spotted the scarred feline disappearing from the camp entrance. She didn't see Hawkbite with her either. How infuriatingly frustrating. Nightshiver rarely left camp, so Dawnstar didn't see much of a reason to limit her freedom by forcing an escort with her. However, that would change if she had to deal with the forever queen getting into a near-death situation again.
Dawnstar enjoyed having reliable cats in her clan, and she'd very much like it if they didn't get themselves killed. Aside from the fact that she had to learn to put the same faith in new cats, some were irreplaceable. She had gotten lucky with her last few medicine cats and didn't even want to think about replacing Hawkbite. Nightshiver was among those few irreplaceable cats.
So out of the camp she went to hunt down her wayward Forever Queen. She didn't go far, the sickening stench of twolegs had Dawnstar quickening her pace. She slowed, lurking in the shadows, in time to watch Nightshiver pull something out of a bag. Was that a kitten?! Come on!?
A hiss came from the shadows, followed by the giant, scarred tabby creeping from the darkness. "Nightshiver, what did you find there?" Her voice was tight with a touch of tension. Dawnstar strolled past the queen and the kit to poke at the bag with large claws. "It reeks of twoleg and so does she." She lashes her tail at the kitten, obviously displeased with the situation.
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