life is a highwayyy [o]

[HAZEL[pelt]]]

A slender, tall shadow crept along the forest floor. The figure's ears were pricked to the extreme as she cowered the rocks. They came in numerous shapes and sizes, but the main, dull shades were all she could spot. Honey-colored eyes narrowed in annoyance. No color. Her triangular head tilted to the side. She could hear nothing, but sensed something. Due to her failing hearing, her eyes worked wonders. The harder she concentrated, Hazelpelt grew still. The sky was a dazzling blue; something that was cherished in this rainy season. A new scent filled her nostrils. A Clanmate, perhaps? She was lost in thought, her eyebrows creased low. Hazelpelt paused and pressed her belly further to the ground. If someone was there, she would need to be ready for anything.

OCC; Uhm, this post is AWFUL. I'm really trying to get back to roleplaying though, she bare with me! I'm a tad bit rusty.

[skye]

she spotted a cat. honey colored eyes. triangular head. stupid little thunderclan warrior. walking around without anyone else in sight. she walked out of the shadows, her own silver-blue-gray pelt shining in the sunlight. her blue eyes were the exact same color as the sky's, and she stared right into the other cat's honey colored ones. "hello, little thunderclanner. what brings you out?" her blue eyes blinked as she turned around. giving her pelt a self-concious lick. "is there anything troubling your mind? you do not look at ease," she said in a smooth, goosebump-raising voice. the way she spoke, it was as if she was really worried, as if she was no threat to the young cat. to the thunderclanner. little did that one know, that it was she who seeked revenge against the petty little clans. those clans who had ruined her life and her soul. and they would get that revenge. oh, wait and see. skye wasn't a cat to be messed around with.

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[HAZEL[pelt]]]

^{C0FF3E is me.
EEB4B4 is you.}


The twigs were jabbing into her thick belly fur. With a small growl, the warrior ducked her head down and shifted her weight to the side. The obstruction was driving her mad! As she did so, the femme didn't notice the bushes rustle even more. The scent from before drawing closer.

It was when the sleek, blue-colored pelt gleamed before her in the sunlight that she looked up. Her pretty honey gaze darkened as she found the blue orbs of the stranger boring into hers. "Hello, little ThunderClanner." The feline meowed, her voice like silk. The tabby scrabbled to her paws, hackles bristling.

"Rogue," she muttered, giving her pelt a shake. Her ivory claws were sinking into the soft dirt as she watched the cat with wary eyes. "What brings you out?" The blue-eyed feline turned her back to Hazelpelt and began licking at her pelt. It was such a simple gesture, but it took the warrior by surprise. "I could ask you the same thing. Adding in, of course, the traditional 'what are you doing in my territory' line." She snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Is there anything troubling your mind? You do not look at ease," the female meowed, Hazelpelt's stomach flipping. Her tone of voice was concerned. Caring? Why?! The warrior hissed and lashed her tail. "That's for me to know. And keep to myself," she added, watching for a flash of fury in the visitor's eyes. An unsheathing of the claws. "Now, being real. Who are you? And what do you want?"

[skye]

The tabby scrabbled to her paws, her hackles bristling. A smile played on the rogue's mouth, her blue eyes blinking innocently back at her. "Rogue," she muttered, shaking her pelt. Skye's ear twitched at the label that she was giving her. Her eyes were watery, and intensly looking back at her. She was surprised at her gestures. The simple grooming, how her tone seemed to be so worried, so caring about the ThunderClan cat. Little did she know. Oh, little did she know. "I could ask you the same thing. Adding in, of course, the traditional 'what are you doing in my territory' line," she snorted, rolling her eyes. Skye looked at the warrior, her gaze calm and collected. She dared not answer the question, best to keep them guessing. The warrior hissed and lashed her tail. "That's for me to know. And keep to myself," she added, not answering her question, she unsheathed her claws. "Now, being real. Who are you? And what do you want?"

"Who am I?" Skye said in a smooth, layered voice. The anger the ThunderClan she-cat expected had not come, did they really think that all rogues were so sensitive? Way to be sterotypical. The way she acts just proves another point. Clan cats are self-centered, they only care about themselves and choose to block out all feelings of others around them. Just wait and see little warrior, just wait and see. "I am known around the forest as Skye. But I was once a warrior, just like you, named Skylight," her voice was like honey. It was sweet and clear. Skye's eyes widened, and she was taken back, to seasons ago.



"I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Skypaw, do you promise to follow the warrior code and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?" The leader meowed, his gaze resting on her.

She looked back up at him, the cats all around her silent as they waited for her to meow the two words. "I do."

She couldn't tear her gaze away from Hawkstar's eyes, and he meowed in a clear voice to the cats below, "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Skypaw, from this day forth, you will be known as Skylight. We honor your determination and loyalty, and welcome you as a full warrior of ShadowClan."

Skylight bowed her head, letting the yowls of her Clan welcome her. "Skylight! Skylight! Skylight!" She looked around, and saw that only one cat did not join in. Her father. She shook her head, forcing her thoughts away. Everything will be perfect, she was a warrior now. And that was all she ever wanted. Skylight puffed out her chest, soaking in this moment. She would remember this for the rest of her life.



Skye shook her head, once again forcing the thoughts away. She realized bitterly that she never should have become a warrior. That's what caused all of this. Stupid Clan cats, they would pay for all of this. Just they wait. She looked back at the ThunderClan warrior, the cold determination in her eyes ebbing away. It was replaced with a look of sorrow and loss, mixed with a fire to prove herself. "I know not why I am here," she said in an even voice, "Perhaps I was just looking for someone to talk to. A life as a rogue is rough and lonely, I have thought a few times that I was wrong to leave my Clan. I know now that I am a Clan cat at heart, but ShadowClan would never accept me back."
Her voice broke and she blinked away a few tears, "Excuse me, I apologize. I did not mean to waste your precious time. I am sorry I wandered on to your territory, I respect your borders, but I saw you here, alone. And I was worried that you might turn out to be like me. But I understand now that you have everything under control. I apologize once more, may I please have a drink of water from that stream, before leaving you in peace?" Skye looked at the tabby. She hid her excitement and pleasure from the Clan cat, as she waited for her to give permission to drink.
After all, no matter how stupid and soft and heartless and worthless Clan cats may be, they would not deny such a pitiful cat a drink of water.

//ohlala. next post we'll watch an extreme change of character(;

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[☆amoura☆]

A M O U R A;;
deep down inside I feel to scream.


So this was it? she thought to herself. She had no idea what happened previously, or why she was here, but she knew exactly where she was. Bi-colored eyes piercing through the shadows of the day, and she was not up for games today. Her life had ruled around pain, sorrow, and now she was out for vengeance. So help any cat if they got in her way now, and she knew exactly what had to be done. If she had to kill, then she would, but she was not going to go around just mercilessly killing cats. She would spare them, unless they attacked first of course. She snickered softly, as she approached the thunderpath, in which she crept ever so sneakily towards, being very careful not to be detected. She was indeed after one goal, and that was to mess with the clans, without revealing her true identity. She picked up on a scent, that even threw her a bit off, and she knew exactly who it was. Skye had been here, and that to her already spelled trouble.


As she stalked on, she saw Skye, and a she-cat whom she didn't recognize at all. It was obvious that she was vulnerable to anything, since her state of mind seemed to be not exactly all there. To her, it seemed the cat was younger in her moons, but knew how to fight. Obviously she didn't know Skye well as she should, because the pretty young she-cat had her sharp ivory claws already out, and ready. It was obvious that Skye was a bit hostile too, and it amused Amoura to see the cat so fed up in temper. She had no idea truly what anger was, because after all, Amoura stored hers inside, and it just pours out at random, and as of recently, it was worse. Her blood ran cold, and she didn't pity anyone. It wasn't anything new though, because she had went through this phase when her former mate Cody died. Her anger came flowing out, along with the sorrow, and after all, the young rogue was a ticking time bomb. She could kill at any moment, but today was not the day, and she knew that she had to keep her temper. It was harder than she thought, as she crept forward, and sat down in the clearing as if nothing was wrong with her.


She grinned, and shook her pelt clean of the dirt, and grass she had picked up on the way towards them. Her eyes were fixed on the younger she-cat as she simply flexed her ivory colored claws, and meowed, "Hello, and exactly who are you Thunderclanner? What are you doing out here all alone for? Don't you know that it's very dangerous to stray out without someone to defend you?" She was obviously teasing, as she stretched her limbs, and let out a mrrow of amusement. It felt good for once to be the one who was feared, and not the measly clan cats, whom she awfully despised. Skye she knew was an ex clan cat. She knew if anything the cat was trying to maybe perhaps help, which worried Amoura more, as she fixed her eyes on the cat, and kept her eyes on the two. She knew that eventually she would have to give up her little mind game, and she simply continued on, "And Skye, don't you know not to bug the clan cats? I mean after all they just need peace, and they also enjoy driving us out of territory that isn't even theirs." She wanted to fuel the anger in Skye against the clans, and she knew this was a perfect way to do it.


The white she-cat grinned softly again, and her green and blue eye showed nothing but anger, and pain from the loss of her mate. She could never forgive the clan cats as easily as some, and she knew right then that she needed to seek revenge on the one clan whom meant nothing to her, and that was Windclan. She didn't even know why she stopped her to be with these two, but she was going to help if there was a battle between the two she-cats, because after all, she knew how to fight, and she wasn't going to spare some cats life, if they snapped on her.

[HAZEL[pelt]]]

^{EEB4B4 is skye
C0FF3E is hazelpelt
teal is amura}


"Who am I?" She repeated, her tone seeimng to question Hazelpelt's sanity. The tabby glowered over at the femme and awaited her response. "I am known around the forest as Skye. But I was once a warrior, just like you, named Skylight," she meowed, though her eyes glassed over. It was as if she was lost in a memory. Hazelpelt took her lapse of silence and snapped, "Hmm. Kicked out for bad behavior?" The silver cat came back to reality. Was it because of the tabby's comment? Her ears strained to listen to the soft words the intruder spoke.

"I know not why I am here," Apparently not. It seemed like she hadn't even heard the comment. Great. Skye - 1. Hazelpelt - 0. "Perhaps I was just looking for someone to talk to. A life as a rogue is rough and lonely, I have thought a few times that I was wrong to leave my Clan. I know now that I am a Clan cat at heart, but ShadowClan would never accept me back." The ThunderClan warrior was at a loss for words. Her mouth gaped open a bit and sympathy clouded her gaze. "I apologize for my rudeness," she muttered, dipping her head. "You know, though, that it is customary for us warriors to interrogate and drive off intruders such as yourself."

The rogue's orbs were glistening when Hazelpelt returned her honey gaze to them. Her voice cracked as she spoke; causing the warriors' heart to cringe. "Excuse me, I apologize. I did not mean to waste your precious time. I am sorry I wandered on to your territory, I respect your borders, but I saw you here, alone. And I was worried that you might turn out to be like me. But I understand now that you have everything under control. I apologize once more, may I please have a drink of water from that stream, before leaving you in peace?" The tabby did not sheathe her claws, but took a step back and lowered her hackles. She gave a tiny nod to allow the cat to replenish her thirst.

"Hello, and exactly who are you Thunderclanner? What are you doing out here all alone for? Don't you know that it's very dangerous to stray out without someone to defend you?" Another voice interrupted the silence, causing the tabby to whirl. She was face to face with a stunning white she-cat. Her eyes were such a strange two shades it took a moment for the warrior to recover. The heartfelt attitude was gone now as she face yet another intruder. "I don't have to release such information to you. Except that I am a warrior and am allowed outside of camp as I please. I am perfectly capable of defending myself, thank you."

The white femme stretched and let a mrrw of amusement escape her jowls. Hazelpelt's gaze flickered over to Skye. The she-cat hadn't moved yet. Had she known this rogue was coming? "And Skye, don't you know not to bug the clan cats? I mean after all they just need peace, and they also enjoy driving us out of territory that isn't even theirs." Apparently not. The white cat's eyes were now dark and angry looking. However, she grinned. Unusual to say the least. "What are you doing here?" She questioned, her sentence ending with a sigh.

[firelion]

Fireclaw moved like a fireyt wrath through the trees and bushes of the woods. Not wanting to hunt, just being out and about. The firey coloured she cat was a feared and sometimes hated member of Thunderclan. It was odd, a cat that was hated by her own clan, and she hadn't left. Why not? Because Fireclaw LIVED for that. She thrived on the hate, became stronger on his. The mistrust and fear. She smelt it and she rolled in it. Hell yeah, fear the fire. Fire will save the firest? Hell no. Fire will destroy the forest. And she ment that with every respect to you and your family. Inbred.

Fireclaw smirked at that thought, a snort leaving her nasal as she navigated the woodland with ease. She spent more time here than she did in camp, frequently spending the nights on her own. She cared nothing for the compnay of other whilst she slept. The scent of her clan mates made her sick. Their love and caring for each other. The falseness of it all. Conform and they'll love you. Don't, and they'll treat you worse than fox dung. Pfft. Take it. If you can, weaklings. her limbs pwoered her through at a fast trot and she thought about events.

The scent of three cats made her slide to a halt though. Two unknown and one of Thunder. Pfft. Whatever. Might as well go for it. Let's see what they thought they were doing.

Fireclaw entered the ring of cats with a laugh. It was free yet cold. Some found it chilling. Shove that. Most found it chilling, no one found it warm. She strutted into the clearing and next to the cat she identified a Hazelpelt and sat down next to her, licking her paw in a relaxed manner. She let out a little chuckle.

Hello Rogues and....Hazelpelt, isn't it. Nice day, eh? she breezed easily before turning her gaze on both Rogues.
Heh, easy there. Two on one. Not what I call fun. Two on two is much better. Let's roll.

[skye]

"I apologize for my rudeness," she muttered, dipping her head. "You know, though, that it is customary for us warriors to interrogate and drive off intruders such as yourself."

"Of course," Skye muttered, nodding her head in agreement. The ThunderClanner gave a tiny nod and let the rogue take a drink of water. As she walked over to the stream and dipped her head in, a sly smile played on her lips. Score.

"Hello, and exactly who are you ThunderClanner? What are you doing out here all alone for? Don't you know that it's very dangerous to stray out without someone to defend you?" she teased. Oh great. Amoura was here to cause more trouble.

"I don't have to release such information to you. Except that I am a warrior and am allowed outside of camp as I please. I am perfectly capable of defending myself, thank you."

The blue-gray rogue lifted her head, licking her lips. Skye glared at the Amoura once, warning not to say anything. But of course, the other rogue listen? Of course not. "And Skye, don't you know not to bug the Clan cats? I mean, after all, they just want peace, and they also enjoy driving us out of territory that isn't even theirs." Skye lashed her tail in anger, yes, she was provoking her into attacking the ThunderClanner; and she had planned on doing that, but not before earing some valuable information. She had not just come here to strike fear into the Clan cats, but also to hear about what happened to the firey warrior who had killed her former crush in battle. She was earning the ThunderClanners' sympathy, but of course, Amoura had to come and ruin it all.

"What are you doing here?" The warrior questioned, her sentence ending with a sigh.

Ice-blue eyes glared into the green and blue ones, but she turned away, meowing in a smooth fashion. "Of course I know that. But, this young warrior here was looking troubled, and we all know that I can't help but to talk to the troubled," she said, sympathetically, her voice like honey. Her eyes were a different story all together, they flashed with anger and annoyance. "Come, Amoura, let us go. Before they call any more of ther warriors. And then we may get some blood on our claws," she said grimly, as if she was dreading a fight. But you could tell by the confidence in her voice and the light in her eyes that she was itching to attack, but was restraining herself.

Only restraining herself because it was not a fair fight. And fair fights are no fun, no fun at all. As she turned, she saw another ThunderClan she-cat enter the scene. "Hello Rogues and... Hazelpelt, isn't it? Nice day, eh?" she breezed. Skye looked at the hazel-eyed warrior, Hazelpelt was the name. She'd remember that name from now on, perhaps she should come here more often- just to have a nice and friendly talk with the warrior.

"Heh, easy there. Two on one. Not what I call fun. Two on two is much better. Let's roll."

"Of course, I was merely trying to avoid a fight- for two on one is not fair, not fair at all. But now that you're here, and you insist, I must give it to you," Skye purred, amused. "And besides, this will be much more entertaining."

The rogue smirked, her claws extending as she swiped a couple blows at Hazelpelt's muzzle and face. Skye meowed, light-hearted and teasing, "Now, Hazelpelt, tell me how my claws feel. Are they sharp enough? Shall we try my teeth next?"

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[firelion]

Fireclaw smirked stepped backwards smoothly, even though she wasn't the one being aimed for. thingying her head to one side she looked thoughtfully at the other Rogue and smiled. The smile dripped with twisted and poisoned honey, with the signs of a cat that was not to be pushed over the edge. Her eyes became even plaer, if that was possible, almost white, with flecks of bright pale green, but her coat stayed even and claws stayed away, only her fangs showed in her massabre smile. Her voice was like claws on ice.

Ha. Hey, hey you. You're opponent is me. Let's do this. eh? she challenged slyly. Obviously, she would not make the first move, she would wait for the Rogue to do that. Watching the other rogue Skye and Hazelpelt from the corner of her eye, Fireclaw felt almost slightly amused. She wondered how Hazelpelt would face up to this new challenge or would she just show that Clan cats were the soft hearted cowards all Rogues thought they were.

[HAZEL[pelt]]]

HAZELPELT.

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"Of course," the darker rogue smiled, bending down to lap up the liquid. Hazelpelt had turned her attention to snap at Amoura and, when she'd focused back on Skye, the female had finished her drink. The honey-gazed tabby questioned their reasons for being here and watched as she got her reply. "Of course I know that. But, this young warrior here was looking troubled, and we all know that I can't help but to talk to the troubled," she meowed, the soft voice filling the air again. As the tabby looked toward her eyes, the same honey was not located there. The surge of anger and irritability was glinting. Before Hazelpelt could stare longer, the female called to her acquaintance.

"Come, Amoura, let us go. Before they call any more of their warriors. And then we may get some blood on our claws." The ThunderClan she-cat waited for their backs to turn. When they did not, she scented the air. Surely, if they said they'd leave, there was something bothering the exit. Her nostrils brought the strong scent of Fireclaw. The thingyy female was stepped through the brambles at this point. "Hello rogues and Hazelpelt, isn't it? Nice day, eh?" The warrior tensed and glowered at her Clanmate. "We sleep in the same den, you mousebrain. Of course my name is Hazelpelt." She watched as the red female surveyed the scene. She inched her muzzle into the air. Some kind of superiority act? That was quite rude.

"Heh, easy there. Two on one. Not what I call fun. Two on two is much better. Let's roll." The newcomer antagonized, her claws slipping out into the dirt. At this point, the calm tabby was furious. "I wasn't wishing to start a fight. These two visitors were needing some water. We have a river. They needed water. Grasp the concept?" It wasn't often Hazelpelt snapped. She was very genuine. Very naive. Her tolerance for violence was minimal, but would certainly apply herself when needed. She disliked seeing those in need. And attempted to make all around her a happier, healthier being.

"Of course, I was merely trying to avoid a fight- for two on one is not fair, not fair at all. But now that you're here, and you insist, I must give it to you," Skye purred. Her claws, too, extended. A dark smirk appeared on her face. The eyes, voice, and smile finally pieced together. "And besides, this will be much more entertaining." Before Hazelpelt could step back, the rogue extended a forepaw in a hard slap. The ThunderClan warrior could feel the skin rip at her muzzle and cheeks.

"Now, Hazelpelt, tell me how my claws feel. Are they sharp enough? Shall we try my teeth next?" She questioned; voice verging on a cackle. She was smiling and giggling. Clearly enjoyed herself. As Hazelpelt staggered backwards, she unsheathed her claws. Shaking her head to and fro, small red dots spattered the ground. "Ha. Hey, hey you. You're opponent is me. Let's do this. eh?" Fireclaw meowed, challenging Amoura. The white female hadn't shed blood with her Clanmate yet.

As the tabby turned her attention back to her opponent, she growled. "Enjoyed that water, did you?" She spat, tail lashing. Someone taking advantage of her happened sometimes. She was blind to most of them. Not this one. It was clear now that the rogue was planning to attack her with or without Fireclaw's provoking.

It was heart-breaking to think that someone who'd offered fresh water and temporary shelter from Clan hostility would be treated this way. Taking a deep breath and focusing on the challenge before her, the warrior took a few steps closer. "Your teeth would crack under the pressure. The yellow, brittle looking things. They look as though you eat nothing but garbage." She snorted, lowering her front. She lashed her tail once more and circled the dark cat in front of her.




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[firelion]

Fireclaw looked away for a split moment and sneered at Hazelpelt. Was this girl thick or something. Rogues were rogues, pure and simple, not to be talked to, just to be driven out. Her pose was ready for a fight but her opponent didn't seem too keen and suddenly, Fireclaw had an idea. Mousebrain, eh? Fine. She wouldn't forget that. She smirked and jumped to the side, leaving Hazelplet completely and utterly open for an attack from both rogues.

Watch your mouth towards me, Hazelpelt. Why on earth do you think I've give you the pleasure of remembering your name. You mean nothing to me, like the rest of this damn Clan. Now shut-up and fight, unless you're one of them. she said in a voice like smoothed over ice. She stood with one eye on her opponent and one eye on the developments on Hazelpelt and winced in an amused way when she was slapped full force round the face. That's gonna hurt. Daym, that's funny.

One ear, the one nearest to Hazelplet, when tothe side, not quite realising that she had been insulted...again. She was tempted to attack her, and do it properly, but she would let the rogue do her worst and then leave it at that. But then again, what was Hazelpelt doing talking to Rogues i nthe first place. No matter, hte place was going to the dogs anyway.

[faux]

Bark wriggled between the folds of his toe, stuck mercilessly at the tip of his claw. After a short consideration, he decided to continue his trek back to Thunderclan camp and nibble the irritation out before settling down and resting. He grunted with every step, wriggling the young mouse that hung dead in his jaws. As he continued onward, his patience waned to the point of a snarl, of which the mouse plopped to the ground and he unsheathed a claw. He nibbled ferociously, murmuring and thinking of an endless list of personal complaints. As he nipped away the sharp piece of bark, he fell under the sweet spell of licking. He groomed his paw, telling himself that it would be the only thing he’d groom at the moment. But a paw lick turned into a paw rubbing his face, then to a shoulder lick, and then into a full groom. His eyes turned to slits as he leaned against the trunk of a tree, licking his back and stomach. He purred quietly, chewing off any burs or twigs that had weaseled their way into his pelt. As he washed away the last of his rump, he came to, sighing at himself.

He dipped down to pick up the mouse and started for camp at a quick pace. He felt rushed and flustered with himself, and didn’t quite pay attention to his surroundings. But the sudden flash of brilliant orange in the darkness of the forest floor hooked his attention. The scent was instantaneously recognizable as Thunderclan, but he couldn’t exactly identify who it was as the orange rump slipped into brush many fox lengths away. Whoever it was, they seemed to be going in the same direction as he was. He picked up his pace a step or two, until a flick of the ear made him halt.

‘Heh, easy there. Two on one. Not what I call fun. Two on two is much better. Let's roll.’

His hackles stood on-end, and his shoulders hunched. He dropped the mouse and scooped leaves over it as quickly as his paws allowed, and rushed toward the voice. He slipped into the underbrush, slithering through roots and thorn-laden vines. Fogstripe halted when unfamiliar scents rushed his nose, and the rotten smell of rotten rat and crowfood made the intruders quite identifiable. Adrenaline rushed through his stomach and his heart pumped. As he peered through the brush, he witnessed a gray cat hiss and swing a paw at Hazelpelt. With a whap, the swing landed, and Fogstripe nearly burst from the brush in a flare of yowls and claws. But, for a reason he didn’t know, he hesitated, standing still with one paw tucked beneath his chest. But his hostility grew as Fireclaw didn’t leap to her Clanmate’s defense, but, rather, provoked an attack. Fogstripe wouldn’t have it.

With a yowl, he darted out of the cover. His fur stood erect as he barreled toward the gray cat with unsheathed claws. He didn’t think to run to camp for help, or try to settle the dispute rationally. The rogues had intruded. It was his job to give them a reason to never return.

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