camp PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU - patrol assignments

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Before the sun began to rise, Flamewhisker found herself padding to the spot Raccoonstripe had used for the past few moons. Slipping from the warriors den had been easy, she hadn't slept much last night. It felt strange not having her kits beside her, and she cast a glance in the direction of their new den, hoping they slept peacefully. "Gather around for today's patrols." the deputy called out, lifting her tail slightly. As she waited for her clanmates to approach her, her attention flicked to the camp's exit. Dawn was still early in its peak, even though the temperature felt nice now, once the sun began climbing the heat would take over.

"Howlingstar, I know you wish to travel to the Windclan and Shadowclan border. Please take Lovelight and Rowanthorn with you." She dipped her head respectfully to their leader, wishing them safe travels. She wasn't worried about how the Windclanners would act, but given what she had heard about the last gathering there was no telling how Shadowclan would be this morning. But then again, Shadowclan had never been the most trustworthy in the forest.

"Ivytwist and Palefire, you two will be accompanying me to the Skyclan and Riverclan border this morning." Patrolling along the Skyclan border was something she used to look forward to, especially given what follows was Riverclan. But now, she wasn't so sure. She hadn't forgotten that Orangestar and Lichenstar had held their own secret gathering not too long ago, but she wouldn't pry. The next gathering was coming up soon, so she was curious if Howlingstar would ask what had happened...but what's to say either leader would say?

Next she turned her attention to another face in the crowd. "Campionsong. You, Emberface, and Skyclaw will patrol the dusk Shadowclan and Windclan border." Emberface was still a brand new warrior, but Flamewhisker was sure she would be eager to join her new denmates on an official patrol as a warrior.

"Ploverhop, you will be leading the dusk patrol to the Riverclan and Skyclan border. Bring Lightflower and Darkthistle with you." Another new warrior, but she hoped he would behave himself. Darkthistle was among the youth in the apprentice den that had been known for causing trouble...but hopefully now that he had earned his full name, that was in the past. She made a mental note to ask Ploverhop when their patrol returned for the evening.

"For todays hunting patrols, I would like Briarsong and Yewflame to each take out a group. You may choose who you would like to bring." She had considered taking a patrol out herself, but she had decided to take her apprentice out this afternoon instead.

"Burnstorm, you are in charge of todays training session. Choose whichever skill to work on that you would like." She had faith that the ebony tom would work the clan well today. He was talented in many things, no matter what he chose to teach, it would be productive nonetheless.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc.
  Dawn Wind
  @HOWLINGSTAR , @lovelight , @Rowanthorn
  
  Dawn Sky
  @Flamewhisker , @ivytwist , @PALEFIRE
  
  Dusk Shadow
  @CAMPIONSONG , @EMBERPAW. , @skyclaw
  
  Dusk River
  @darkthistle , @Lightflower , @PLOVERHOP
  
  Hunting Patrols
  @BRIARSONG , @Yewflame!
  
  Training Session
  @BURNSTORM
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 34 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[BURNSTORM]

It is strange hearing Flamewhiskers voice call out patrols when over the past couple of moons he had grown accustomed to it being his uncle. It was always temporary, he reminds himself. Always just until Flamewhisker's kits were apprenticed and she moved out of the nursery to once again take up the mantle. Still, he cant help but wonder how Raccoonstripe felt about it. It could not have been easy, relinquishing that power, that authority. Not when he had held it in his paws, gotten a taste of it. There was a time where he had been ambitious too, where he would have given anything to be in Raccoonstripes position, as temporary as it was. But now? His gaze floats to the thick bramble walls that protect the small lives inside. There, his mate laid curled around their kits, likely still sleeping in these early morning hours. There were things more important to him than ambition, something worth living and fighting and just being for.

His name is what draws him back to the present and as Flamewhisker instructs him to hold a training session he dips his head low to show he heard. "It would be my honor" he says before turning to head towards the fresh kill pile. There was no point in training on an empty stomach, after all.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYGLOW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[PALEFIRE]

Palefire approached alongside Burnstorm, drawn by the authoritative voice of their newly-returned deputy. It was admittedly a bit strange to see Flamewhisker up there again, after so many moons of receiving orders from Raccoonstripe; but she'd always liked how level-headed the red tabby was, so it was nice to see her back. The stars only knew she could certainly use a less... unpredictable paw to direct her, given how volatile she could already be on her own at the best of times. The prey-stealing patrol to Skyclan was a fantastic example of the kind of trouble she was actively trying to avoid these days, so hopefully having Flamewhisker back would tame things down a bit.

A nod of acknowledgement was cast to the older she-cat upon receiving her assignment, a bit glad to know she'd be accompanying the deputy herself to Skyclan. Palefire had been there when Twitchbolt had openly avoided the topic of their 'secret second gathering' with Riverclan, and she would love to see just how nervous the tree-climbers got when the subject was broached again. "Understood," she murmured quietly, before turning to attend the rest of her duties ahead of leaving for the patrol.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

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• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender, fast and agile.
  ⭃ currently emotionally withdrawn, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment.
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // formerly mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Myrtlepaw]

The sound of Flamewhisker calling out for patrols caught the young girl's attention, as she peeks her head out of the nursery and watches as the deputy assigned tasks to Thunderclanners. She waits patiently until Flamewhisker finishes passing out tasks and patrols before she bounds forward and wide doe-brown eyes focus on the red-stripped female. ” Miss Flamewhisker, can you give me something to do as well? ” Myrtlekit coos up after everyone departs to finish up the remaining tasks and prepare for the assigned duties by the she-cat. Hopefully, Flamewhisker gave her something to be of assistance to Thunderclan.

Maybe she could share it with Coltkit and the other kittens? That would be so fun! Her long whiskers twitch in anticipation, followed by tiny blue and white paws eager to be useful to her clan despite her size.
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[CAMPIONSONG]

Responsibility hardly lapsed its way into his idle claws, but Campionsong took the opportunity to do right by his clan with open palms, even if he wasn't the picture-perfect representation of a Thunderclan warrior. Laissez-faire and somewhat indolent, to hear his name called by the deputy herself was a surprise in of itself. Like naive prey wandering into his paws, he would gladly gobble up the chance to lead a patrol to the borders. Trotting up to the sound of Flamewhisker's authoritative voice, the silver-coated tabby held no tension nor nerves about his wiry frame, as though his limbs were lightwood absolved of their roots upon a sturdy earth. What could a bunch of swamp-dwellers do to us? Throw mud at our pelts? The image he held of Shadowclan had been painted in grim tones, almost melancholy in the way that they draped themselves in blankets of shadows and peered with pinprick, starlit eyes. Flicking his long and thin tail, Campionsong's fern-green eyes wove around for both Emberface and Skyclaw, affording them a slight bob of the head before trotting off to make some other use of daytime's strings laid about. Dusk had lie far, far away from them now - but when the time came, he would surely return.​

 

[bayingkit]

myrtlekit is annoying. aside from having an elders name, and suffering a distressing lack of what bayingkit considered fun, she makes sure to say her pleases and thank yous and bats her stupid eyes at flamewhisker — then asks for something to do in a voice that refuses a no. bayingkit wanted to do that. she hadn’t known that was what she wanted to do, not until myrtlekit steps forward and calls out a meek miss flamewhisker that makes the scruff - striped girl narrow dual toned eyes. when she asks for something to do, bayingkit shoves herself to thick paws and hunkers forward, shoulders past the dappled kit towards the forefront, tipping her chin towards the formerly nursery - bound deputy with a blunt, ” i want something to do. “ not something to do, too, because it wasn’t dumb myrtlekit’s idea — it wasn’t like it belonged to her. it wasn’t even copying because, well.. she could probably do this something better, anyway. she could.. she would, and everyone would be more impressed with her than they were with whatever mousebrained, polite myrtlekit done. they had to be.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguish if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The clan’s deputy left the nursery a few days ago, and Hopekit has hardly seen her since. He’d seen her in passing sometimes, but he isn’t a warrior or an apprentice so he doesn’t get to go out on patrols with her. He’s heard older cats talking about how Flamewhisker had murdered a rogue, and that sounds cool—Hopekit wants to fight rogues, too! He could definitely kick their tails, and then they’d never bother ThunderClan again. But Hopekit is only a kit, so he isn’t able to do that. He isn’t even old enough for the deputy to assign him a task to do.

Myrtlekit asks for a task to do, though, and the lilac tomkit perks up. Long legs carry him over to stand before the ginger tabby with ease, and he calls out, "Wait… wait, me too," he pipes up, moving to stand at little Myrtlekit’s side. Bayingkit also speaks up, but she’s little and also ugly, so he doesn’t care about her getting a task. At least Myrtlekit is cute, in a young kit way. "Myrtlekit and I… we can definitely do a task."

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[COALPAW]

BUT I'M JUST SO OUT OF MY DEPTH — Flamewhisker's voice echoed out through camp, and Coalkit didn't even initially shift. He saw no reason to, the warmth of the nursery nest far more enticing than the lure of whatever tasks the newly-returned deputy was handing out. After all, it wasn't as if his name was going to come up. He and Hopekit still weren't apprentices, and a kit patrol being organized didn't seem like it was particularly likely. But then, he suddenly felt the press of his brother's warmth against him disappear. His head perked up, a confused grumble leaving the back of his throat before he spotted the other's lilac pelt trotting right up to Flamewhisker.

If it were possible for a kit to wilt, Coalkit certainly would've managed it in that moment.

Rapid strides on clumsy, growing paws brought him over to where Hopekit stood, shoulders brushing together easily. There was a hiss on the tip of his tongue, a plead to leave the deputy alone that died the moment he realized both Myrtlekit and Bayingkit had stepped forward first. At least they wouldn't be the ones primarily blamed for this harebrained idea. "...Can I help with something? It's boring just sitting around all day." Coalkit made regular patrols around camp, of course, just to make sure that everyone was following the rules and not causing trouble. However, those could only last him so long, and he wasn't going to be the only one to miss out on a task for the youngest of the clan.

I CAN PLAY IT KINDA COOL ✧˖*°࿐ JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE

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  ☄ shorthaired black smoke with forest green eyes
  ☄ amab; goes by he/him pronouns
  ☄ 5 moons old; ages the 5th every month
  ☄ homosexual; not yet interested in romance
  ☄ son of leopardtongue and batwing
  ☄ brother to bravepaw, cougarpaw, hazepaw, foxpaw, and hopekit
  ☄ extremely difficult to befriend; cold and blunt
  ☄ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ☄ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ☄ all opinions are ic

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Green eyes blink as a kit bounds over to her, quickly followed by a soft voice. Miss Flamewhisker, can you give me something to do as well?. Assigning tasks to kittens was not something she normally did, but as more of them began to gather around her, she knew she couldn't say no. Hopekit and Coalkit were nearly apprentice aged, while Mrytlekit and Bayingkit still had a ways to go. "Hmm." she hummed, scanning the camp for ideas. Something that would be useful, yet something they could still do at a younger age.

Finally, her eyes settled upon the Elder's den. "Thundergleam." She turns to the snow pelted warrior. "Would you mind showing the kits how to weave today? There are some flowers that are growing near the base of the High Rock, I'm sure the elders would love it if you guys decorated their den."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc. @THUNDERGLEAM
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 34 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

He's grown accustomed to sitting where Flamewhisker is now, to barking out orders and organizing patrols. He feels a sharp sense of loss as he watches his deputy resume her place, the pangs of regret like cramps in his chest. Still, he had known it was temporary, had always known the ginger tabby would resume her rightful place, and he offers her no animosity now. Whatever his ambitions, Flamewhisker is a competent warrior, and she had earned her place on Howlingstar's council just as he had. His ears flick forward as he waits to hear his name, but surprisingly, he isn't called to lead a patrol. The dark tabby twists to find Briarsong and Yewflame.

"I'll go hunting with one of you, then," he meows, stretching his forelegs and relishing the burn. "I can take Thistlepaw too."

His eyes stray toward the gaggle of kits, singling Bayingkit out with a gleam of amusement in his eyes. "Make sure you listen to Thundergleam today. She'll be giving me a report of how you did," he growls at his daughter. Before departing for the gorse tunnel, he swings by and bats at her with a playful forepaw. "Learning how to weave is very important, so I want to hear that you excelled!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 43 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

It was a shame she was not on any border patrols, but - ah, this was better! That she should be entrusted with a special mission, just for the kittens! For Bayingkit, Myrtlekit, Coalkit, Basilkit, Hopekit ... every one of them! This was truly a sign that she was wholly cemented as trusted within ThunderClan's ranks. And oh, how she had become endeared to kittens over her time here... how she had never expected to find them quite so adorable! Even Racconstripe and Nightbird's whirling brood...


Giving Flamewhisker a glowing look, she nodded her head. "It would be my pleasure." She bounced in place, voice singing with gladness before rosy eyes swept toward the slowly growing crowd of kits. "Let us start by gathering as many flowers as your little mouths can carry!" ​

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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) he's a bit peeved that flamewhisker says to gather for patrols, but doesn't specify that kits shouldn't gather. like, if she wants him to know he's not supposed to gather, why say 'gather around for patrols,' and not 'warriors and apprentices gather around for patrols.' honestly! the whole thing gets his hopes up only for them to be dashed as the deputy's maw snaps shut at the end of her announcements. he's about to call out that he's been forgotten, that the kits have no tasks to do when myrtlekit beats him to it. approval shines in the verdant gaze of the cream tabby tom-kit as he nods along with her query. bayingkit repeats the question, hopekit and coalkit chiming in. flamewhisker appears thoughtful, before her gaze flicks to thundergleam.

basilkit hops to his paws immediately. a chance to hang out with thunderclan's coolest warrior, and a chance to do something for his clan? this is ideal! "i can gather the most flowers i bet!" he crows, tail kinked over his back in self-confidence. little paws knead at the ground, just waiting for the pink-eyed prophet to show them where to begin.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  BASILKIT 𖤓 HE / THEY, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. CAMPIONSONG x SWIFTDAWN, SIBLING TO ROSEMARYKIT, WOLFKIT, MERLINKIT. 0 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, he has verdant green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ A gentle brush of fur at his shoulder alerts Hopekit to his brother’s presence, and with a subdued smile the lilac tom shifts to lean a bit more of his weight onto Coalkit. His littermate chimes in to ask if he can also help with anything, because sitting around the nursery all day is boring. He and Coalkit might still be kits, but they’re practically apprentice-age already, and their talents are being wasted while they’re spending all day cooped up doing nothing. They could definitely be doing patrols or hunting squirrels—but instead, the flame-striped deputy looks at all of the kits gathered, and then turns to speak to Thundergleam. At first, Hopekit’s fluffy tail lashes with annoyance, because Flamewhisker must be ignoring them! But then her true intentions are made clear… she wants Thundergleam to teach them all how to weave, because the elders might want their den to be decorated.

He frowns, wondering if asking for a task was really a good idea in the end. Thundergleam, for all her prophesied greatness, is strange. She looks very similar to the clouds that she seems to always have her head in (and oh, that’s a fun phrase). Her eyes are pink, like the insides of a mouse, or the scars across Gentlestorm’s nose and Roeflame’s eye. And she talks so weird, saying things like ”It would be my pleasure,” which is just a weird thing to say, isn’t it? It’s dramatic and unnecessary. But the ghostly pale she-cat is a part of ThunderClan, and a warrior now, so she can definitely decide to boss him around if she wants to.

Gathering flowers may seem like a meaningless task, busywork that doesn’t actually help the clan, but instead of dreading it, Hopekit feels a burst of excitement. Picking flowers sounds a lot like picking herbs… he imagines his uncle trodding around the territory, plucking up pretty flowers from the ground and carrying them around in his mouth. Maybe this won’t be such a bad task, after all. "You’re wrong," he says to Basilkit as the younger tom declares that he’ll gather the most flowers. It’s going to be me. He doesn’t speak the full extent of his thoughts aloud, turning to look at Thundergleam instead. "Are we going now?"

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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