[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Swanfeather had maintained a strict outlook on life and expected the same for her new apprentice Flickerpaw. She had risen early before the dawn even started to break, there in the warm nest laid Flickerpaw, Swanfeather was tempted to wake him but stopped, it wasn't time yet, she was going to relish in the moment of being without another cat to teach her secret 'arts' to however the time had come. Eyes narrowed she existed her den and went toward the burial site of Frostfang, she was silent in her endeavor. Her eyes softened at the nearly forgotten grave, that had been slightly grown over by thorn bushes, the same that seemed to guard her heart. Careful she pulled the bramble away and clean away his grave, finally satisfied with her work she took a step back, feeling the chilly warmth of the dawn. She bowed her head to his invisible spirit guarding his grave and her heart, she returned to the camp. Once inside her den she flicked the snow that gathered on her long pelt and looked to the still sleeping Flickerpaw. "You over-slept. Get up and get ready we are going to look for herbs along the NightClan and I need you bright eyed and moving." She spoke sternly flicking her tail as she waited for him. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

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Flickerpaw was finally getting used to his handicap; even in his sleep, the pain had bothered him less, and with it the nightmares of reliving Featherpaw's death disappeared. His new dream was nothing more than a wish; Flickerpaw, all limbs in tact, running on the surface of a raging river. But he wasn't simply a paw, in his dream he was a great and strong warrior.

Yet, in a moment, that ability to walk on water seemed to be snatched away, and the warrior fell into the raging abyss, unable to keep his head above the foaming river. A voice awakened Flickerpaw and the apprentice practically jumped to his feet, before cringing in pain, a reminder that he was no longer on the path of a warrior.

The tabby tom nodded to Swanfeather's instructions, though his mind remained far from lucid. Jaws opened up into a wide yawn and he padded after his mentor, processing her words. "NightClan border?" he repeated. "Isn't that.... ah, right." Although Flickerpaw wanted to ask why she wanted to go so far away from camp, he abstained. She was his mentor now, and he had no place to question her motives.

Stepping outside of the medicine cat's den, Flickerpaw blinked. There was snow, everywhere, causing the apprentice to wonder if they really would be able to find any herbs underneath the blanket of white.

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ When Flickerpaw arrived and a hint of worry crossed over his words, Swanfeather herself paused too, but it didn't change her mind. No matter the hatred she had for all and any NigthClan cat she knew better then to go to far to StoneClan, it wasn't likely that there would be herbs there, maybe a fish but her hunting skills were minimal and only served if she was starving, so NightClan it remained. Her tail flickered as she took the lead, allowing a slow pace for Flickerpaw to keep up, it was to soon since his accident to really expect mush speed from him, Swanfeather had treated warriors that even into their elder moons were strong enough to deal with such an injury, Swanfeather owed it to him for being capable to move at a decent pace. "So Flickerpaw what herbs do you know of? Any you can remember or any certain smells you can remember?" Swanfeather asked him, keeping her tone stern but open for conversation. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

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Flickerpaw followed behind his mentor with his blue eyes glued to the warm tan color of her pelt. From what he knew of NightClan, they were probably the least friendly of Clans, though Smokeface hadn't actually seemed to be all that bad. When Swanfeather turned to question the apprentice, for a moment, he simply stared at her.

"Herbs...?" he echoed, dazed for a moment. He hadn't really been paying attention up until that point, having been lost in thought. Still, the tom racked his brain, trying to remember anything that might be of used. "Ah, catmint is used for... green cough?" he meowed at last. Flickerpaw remembered the sweet, tempting scent of the plant from when it had been brought out against a previous epidemic.

Yet, besides that single herb, the apprentice knew of nothing significant. "Honey for a sore throat and cobwebs to stop bleeding," Flickerpaw added, though the two were common knowledge among warriors. Ears heated with slight embarrassment at his lack of knowledge, the tom bowed his head and waited for Swanfeather's reaction. Certainly he didn't know much now, but he vowed to work at learning everything necessary to make his mentor proud.

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌Swanfeather outwardly expressed a sigh but scolded herself silently, it was unfair to the tom that she acted so but no matter how often she told herself that, she couldn't help but picture one day her not at the camp for what ever reason with Flickerpaw alone and unable to care for cat and he or she end up dying. Not Swanfeather had spent three days watching her mate die and didn't expect Flickerpaw to experience that; the death possibly but not the connection so deep she felt her soul shatter as he parted this world. Her ears flickered as the wind changed and her nose scented the dark and demented tang of NightClan's border. She paused for a moment and glanced toward Flickerpaw and stopped herself. "Learning these herbs will be tough and long task. The wrong combination or too much of one herb could kill a cat and I don't want you to feel that burden." Swanfeather flicked her tail for him to sit and she went closer to the border and careful with her paw steps. Her nose was close to the ground, drinking in scent and trying to pin point even the smallest trace of herbs, two came to her nose and she sought them out. The leaf-bare snow has frozen the tops of the herbs but the slow growing under leaves were present, small but still present. Gathering a little of both she brought them back to where he sat. "Sniff each herb and describe the scent to me, then tell me what you think they are and if you are correct you I'll give you an extra poppy seed tonight when I check your leg to make sure it's healing like it should. " Swanfeather meowed, giving him a rare small smile. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: chickweed and coltsfoot are the herbs [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

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The sudden change in Swanfeather's tone aroused a sense of curiosity in Flickerpaw; what was it that seemed to make her sound so regretful? As much as the tom wanted to know, he thought it might be best not to pry into his mentor's business. The pungent scent of ShadowClan grew more powerful, and more rank, and the two drew neared to the boarder.

Flickerpaw stopped for a second to rest and watched the lean she-cat begin to search for herbs. As she did such, the tom's began to wonder what it was the Swanfeather was going to show him. He'd paid little to no attention to herbs in the past, so when Swanfeather produced a bundle of sharp-scented leaves, the apprentice was left somewhat dazed. How did she expect him to guess so quickly? Though, admittedly, Flickerpaw would have looked forward to an extra poppy seed to help the pain in his leg, he wasn't sure if he would be able to fulfill the medicine cat's expectation of him.

Still, there would be no use in not trying. The tom stepped closer to the bundle and bent his head over, inhaling the scent. It was harsh; and yet, a faint sense of the name seemed to come back to him. Flickerpaw tried to envision the herb in use, but no scene came to mind; so he started describing. "It's bitter and crisp," the tom began, "but not too strong. Um, I think it's called... um..." The tom fell silent for a minute, trying to thing of a name. What else did he know? "Thyme?" Flickerpaw meowed finally, though there was doubt in his eyes.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Swanfeather let out a heavy sigh, he was wrong but at least he gave a try. Flicking her tail she separated the two piles better and pointed toward the pile with the board leaves. "Well no, Thyme usually grows around LightingClan that is why when green-leaf is warm I make a trip to see Rookfrost and ask for herbs. We normally do an exchange between the two of us, I bring some herbs he is short on and he gives me herbs. He might be at a distance to walk to but it' worth it, I rather go to LightingClan then NightClan or TreeClan." She easily expressed her dislike of the two clan, her feelings toward StoneClan unsure not that it truly matter, she was faithful to her friendship with LightingClan. "Now I know these two herbs aren't the easiest to guess since we can't see them in full bloom, but the one with the board leaves is Chickweed. We used it for greencough since catmint is fairly hard to get, it grows decently through the season can survive a frost with it's large leaves, while it doesn't grow as fast and I don't like picking a bush clean during the leaf-bare months, it's very important we use is wisely. " Swanfeather instructed him, imply that chickweed was given to cats that were in dire need of it, she'd rather use other herbs to treat the illness of greencough then out right use her storage of chickweed when it was so hard to come by after the flood. "The other herb is coltsfoot, used for shortness of breath. Normally you'd see it was fairly long and white flower on top of it but leaf-bare was kind enough to freeze that off for us." She poke curtly and showing where the odd shaped leaves were. "Now Flickerpaw you didn't get them right and I don't go back on promises I said only if you got them right would I give you an extra poppy seed. Now I know you are still learning and it's all fairly new to you but that's now a good enough excuse not to be asking question. " She flicked her tail and rose up to her paws, taking the larger pile in her jaw and pushing with her jaw the other toward him. "Lets return to camp and I'll tell you more about herbs we have in storage." She spoke through her herbs before taking the lead. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

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Wide blue eyes glanced between Swanfeather and the pile of herbs during the she-cat's explanation. Flickerpaw settled into position and kept silent as his mentor spoke, inhaling the scents of the herbs. He leaned toward each bundle and took a deep breath, repeating the scents so that he wouldn't forget them. "Chickweed... Coltsfoot. The first is used for green cough and the latter for shortness of breath." Nodding, Flickerpaw looked back up at Swanfeather and flattened his ears. It looked like he wouldn't be getting that extra poppy seed, but it was only fair.

Obediently, the tom gripped the small pile of leaves that his mentor had pushed towards him in his jaws and followed after her. He could feel the cool, green leaves in his mouth and did his best not to bite down on them. As he followed Swanfeather en route back to camp, he began to daydream, as he often did before, about life as a medicine cat. Engaged in his thoughts, the tom scarcely noticed his surroundings, and his bum leg caught on a high root and Flickerpaw stumbled forward, dropping the herbs he carried. Regaining his balance, the tom quickly gathered everything up so that he wouldn't have to delay Swanfeather, but his ears burned in embarrassment at the clumsiness of it.

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ It was silent on her way back home and if he wasn't for the soft sound of Flickerpaw's pawsteps behind her she would have felt alone and possibly allowed herself to think fondly of Frostfang. However, she knew if she allowed herself that she wouldn't get out of that depression for many days and with leaf-bare hitting so hard the Clan couldn't afford a distance and lost medicine cat. Her sensitives ears heard his mouth full of herbs fall to the ground and she turned to look back at him. He had stumbled on a root, the black pointed she-cat felt just a little bad for him but didn't rush to soothe his possible hurt pride but waited for him to gather all the herbs. She wasn't going to be cruel to him but she was going to be stern and even if she waited for him to catch up, she didn't offer to carry the herb herself. Flicking her tail she slowed down her stride to match his pace, just as camp came into view. Striding into the camp she placed her bundle of herbs at a large flat stone she used for sorting herbs off the frozen ground. "Leave the herbs there and I'll get you some leaves to bundle them up. Sort them into piles about the size of a mouse, I'll find you a new task." Swanfeather told him easily before exiting her den. Upon her return she carried two small fish, barely a meal for a warrior but more than enough for the leaf-bare meal. She placed the fish easily beside him before placing her own beside her nest, and took down a bundle of leaves and placed them on the ground beside Flickerpaw as she gathered a few things into a pile in front of her to work on Flickerpaw's legs in a little while. An idea crossed her mind before she got to involved in her task. "How much battle training did you have?" She questioned him without looking at him, her attention put back on her task but her ears open for his answer. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

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The journey was awkward, at least for the tom, who was doing his best not to be a burden to Swanfeather. She gave him a task to do when they reached camp, and the apprentice quickly obliged. Sorting through the leaves, Flickerpaw began arranging the piles as soon as his mentor had turned her back. It was tedious work, but somehow, the apprentice thought it to be important. By the time Swanfeather had returned, the herbs were already sorted, and he simply needed the leaves to wrap up the bundles he had picked out.

Though Flickerpaw's bright blue eyes landed first on the fish that the she-cat returned with, he ignored it, and went for the leaves instead. Forcing himself not to even think about eating until he had finished his task, the apprentice set about wrapping the herbs he had organized for Swanfeather, and only when he had put together the last bundle did he allow himself to begin eating. Glancing up after the medicine cat's question, the tom had to swallow before he could reply.

"Honeydew trained me on a few things," Flickerpaw meowed quietly. He had not had time to spare any thoughts about his former mentor, nor his secret half-brother, having not discussed what he had learned from his father since learning it. Though the troubled look crossed Flickerpaw for a moment, he tried to play it off. "I think I could defend myself a bit, but I was just never very good at fighting.

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Swanfeather was proud but didn't remark on it, she felt that in shouldn't be constantly seeking her praise and that was something Swanfeather was sticking to.

With her fish picked clean of any kind of meat and even swallowing the eyeballs Swanfeather got up and gathered the bundles he had made and easily stored them above her, using a small stepping stone to reach her higher storage shelves.

Hearing his reply she thought for a moment, defending was one thing but would he go on the offensive just enough to have the upper hand in a fight until help arrived?

Moving to sit before him she flicked her tail with well timed twitches. "You will learn how to be not only a defensive fighter but also an offensive one. It's one thing to fight and defend yourself but another different thing to offensive fight to gain the upper hand, but that Flickerpaw will be for another time. Now go on and visit the elders, ask if they need anything but for the rest of the day you are free to do what you want. I'll be taking with Sandstar for permission to see Rookfrost. " She excused him with a flick of her tail easily and quickly.

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