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[Perception]

Perception's Characters

THUNDERCLAN
Possumfrost ♂

RIVERCLAN
Butterflynose ♀
Turtlenose ♂



SHADOWCLAN
Willowpaw ♀

WINDCLAN
Lavenderrain ♀

Males: 2
Females: 3
Total: 5

[Perception]

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Possumfrost

[attr="class","itsa"]THE BASICS

NAME: Possumfrost
AGE: 14 moons old
GENDER: Tom
RANK: Warrior
SEXUALITY: Bisexual with female preference
CLAN: Thunderclan

APPEARANCE
Possumfrost has dark muddy colored fur with fat charcoal stripes running down his body. Possumfrost has a lighter dusty colored patch on his stomach and beneath his chin. Possumfrost's eyes are a leafy green hue.

Possumfrost has a long body with thick yet soft fur. His tail is rather long; he occasionally tripped over it as an apprentice or would attempt to chase and play with it. Possumfrost while is not broad shouldered, does have muscles hidden beneath his fur. Because of his muscles, thick fur and sometimes slow/forgetful nature, dexterity is a little too challenging for him at times.

PERSONALITY

POSITIVES + Strong, brave, honest, trustworthy, dedicated, easy-going.
NEGATIVES - Slow, forgetful, not overly dexterous.

OVERALL:
Possumfrost may be long and tall physically, appearing rather big and potentially intimidating. However, he does not have an intimidating bone in his body. Possumfrost has a big personality - he is naturally rather outgoing and strong in his beliefs but he is very friendly and kind to his clan-mates. Possumfrost is trustworthy and honest, lying is unnatural to him and foreign on his tongue. The very thought of lying makes him uncomfortable. Possumfrost is rather easy to get along with, having little difficulty interacting and conversing with those from all walks of the forest.

Possumfrost is not overly quick to the moss-ball, so to speak. He is slow to note things of importance even if they are staring him right in the face. He often forgets things easily and can come across as slightly forgetful. He may also not think things through properly and will tend to make more irrational decisions than well thought through decisions. Although Possumfrost isn't 'quick' and may take time to realize various things, he isn't a complete idiot - which some could make the assumption although they would be mistaken. Possumfrost does know his right from wrongs, he understands the way of the clan and the rules that are in place. He has learned from his own or even others mistakes and has knowledge by experience.

Possumfrost has a long body and thick fur, however he is better at hitting hard and strong rather than quick and fast. Dexterity and Possumfrost do not get along. This means that elegant battle tactics that rely on dexterity are a weak point for this tom.


FAMILY AND BLOODLINES

MOTHER: Cloudedwhisper (Fluffy gray she-cat with pale green eyes)
FATHER: Unknown tom
SIBLINGS: Smokekit (kit-cough)

MATE:
KIT(S):

HISTORY
A beautiful colored queen, the colour of clouds on an angry day; birthed two kits. Possumkit and Smokekit. They were her precious little darlings, fresh and new to the forest. Cloudedwhisper did not know who had sired her son and daughter; it was a blur to her, a nasty incidient that had happened at the borders. However, the affectionate and kind queen was still happy to have the kits, despite unknowing the shadowy figure in the night. Cloudedwhisper had no mate, nor any other kits. Many moons prior to Smokekit and Possumkit however, she did have a mate. The mate was a strong and beautiful ginger male, darker red stripes on his body. Cloudedwhisper spoke fondly of him, telling stories to her little ones about how fierce and brave he had been. Possumkit and Smokekit knew that the tom was no longer around though, the sadness was clear in their mother's eyes, her voice..She missed her old mate. Possumkit and Smokekit were healthy and happy for about 5 moons of their life. Just prior to apprenticeship however, a horrid sickness swept through the clan. It was the thick of leaf-bare, snow littering the grounds and sharp biting breezes licked at the fur of warriors, apprentices, and even kits who dared to leave the comfort of their dens. Smokekit started to cough a lot, her tiny body shuddered and heaved every time. The coughing looked like it was going to break her. Cloudedwhisper got sick too, and as did Possumkit. Possumkit was the first to recover though, his symptoms had been mild to begin with and so recovery was quick. Once he recovered, he was placed in the care of another queen until Cloudedwhisper and Smokekit recovered.

Smokekit however did not recover, she simply got worse and worse, until one sunrise where her body seemed to just stop. Smokekit stopped fighting the illness that had overcome her. That night was the coldest night, the coldest night according to Possumkit at the least. Possumkit became an apprentice without his sister at his side. The little tom missed her terribly, especially as he had been close with her. Possumpaw trained under a sleek black she-cat. Her pelt was dark, but her heart was light and her words kind. Panthereyes was her name; paitent, dilligent and protective of Possumpaw. She was a good mentor especially for a tom who was struggling to concentrate on his training after having lost a littermate.

A quarter-moon after he had began training, more tragedy hit Possumpaw. Cloudedwhisper had given up fighting too. The she-cat's condition had gradually got so bad, that the herbs seemed to be failing her. Possumpaw's life felt as it were crumbling around him. First his sister, second his mother. But fortunately, Panthereyes had been there. Although her intention was to train him, she also spent time with him - just relaxing in the sunshine, or just talking. She became a friend for him, someone for him to confide in when he felt more alone than ever before.

At the age of 12 moons, he gained his warrior name. Possumpaw became Possumfrost. Panthereyes thought he deserved it, but had actually suspected he would not be ready for another moon due to the tragedies that rocked his early apprenticeship, but Possumpaw had surprised even her during a border skirmish with a fox. Another pair of warriors had encountered it, but Panthereyes and Possumpaw were nearby at the time so decided to head their way to help. Panthereyes ordered Possumpaw to go back for help but as he did, the fox launched at him. Possumpaw fought back although it was not without receiving several wounds. Possumpaw was eventually able to get away, but he did end up fighting the fox, with the other 3 warriors for a short time. That short time was all he needed however to demonstrate his worth as a warrior. Possumfrost now resides happily in the clan. He has made a few friends and enjoys partaking in patrols and hunting groups.

NOTE: Possumfrost was named due to the tragedies as a young tom. 'Possum' given by his mother for his dark brown fur, and 'Frost' to reflect that although there are hard challenges (i.e the death of his sister & mother in Leaf-Bare) one must always acknowledge what happened, but continue living life and staying strong although there are some that have been lost.

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| Possumfrost. Warrior of ThunderClan |

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.

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[Perception]

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Butterflystar

[attr="class","itsa"]THE BASICS

NAME: Butterflykit → Butterflypaw → Butterflynose → Butterflystar
AGE: 30 moons
GENDER: She-cat
RANK: Leader
SEXUALITY: Straight
CLAN: RiverClan


APPEARANCE 
Butterflystar is a smooth, long-haired she-cat with dark chocolate colored points on her legs, face and tail. She has white toes and a paler cream colour everywhere else. She has pale blue eyes and a strikingly bright orange smudge on her nose; contributing to her warrior name, Butterflystar.



PERSONALITY
Positive + Devoted, charismatic, nurturing, clever and ambitious.
Negative- Flirtatious, slightly vain and easily angered.

Butterflystar is 100% devoted to her clan. She demonstrates unwavering loyalty to all things RiverClan and to the code that they abide by. Butterflystar would lay down her life for her clan-mates if it meant saving their lives over her. Although Butterflystar is not physically strong and muscled, she would fight tooth and claw to ensure her clan is fed for another sunrise.

Her devotion to her clan fuels her ambition to succeed. Butterflystar wants to climb the mountains and reach the top. She believes no challenge is too tough for anyone if they put their mind to it. Butterflystar wants to one day lead her clan for she believes she has a sturdy paw and loving heart, which would help ensure it's growth and success for many, many moons.

Butterflystar does not have a 'grumpy' bone in her body. Upon meeting her, she is warm and charismatic; easy to get along with and talk to. She will almost always be smiling and with her best manners too. However, she is wary when it comes to outsiders. Butterflystar does not loath or dislike rogues, kittypets or the other clans (unless they do something to weaken herself or RiverClan) but she treats them with caution for they do not follow the ways of StarClan nor do they have RiverClan's best interests at heart.

Butterflystar has always been adored, ever since she was a young kit. Her adoptive parents doted on her and showered her with affection, shiny rocks and were constantly telling her how beautiful she was and how much they loved her. While this is not a bad fact on its own, it has unfortunately made Butterflystar slightly vain. Butterflystar will often stop briefly and look upon her reflection in puddles, lakes or rivers. Butterflystar thinks she is rather pretty and although she will not verbalize her thoughts; it is clear from her mere actions.

Butterflystar is nurturing when it comes to kits and young apprentices - likely due to the fact she was smothered with affection as a young kit.

Butterflystar likes the toms. A lot. Although she has never had a mate or seriously fallen in love, she does appreciate the figure of a well muscled or lean male. Butterflystar is no stranger to flirting; although it is usually always playful and never serious. Butterflystar does not flirt maliciously and she will often watch her tongue (she knows better than to say something in front of one's mate). It is possible that with time, if she ever finds love, that she will stop this silly behavior and focus purely on one tom than several.

This she-cat, while is pleasant and kind to be around...Can easily become very angered and annoyed. Butterflystar is not impatient however she does get angry easily if she is mucked around, lied to, or betrayed. Butterflystar is not enjoyable when she is angered and often has a sting like a bee. Butterflystar also tends to get easily offended.


FAMILY
MOTHER: Pebblefoot (biological mother; deceased), Shellwhisper (adoptive)
FATHER: Laketail (biological father; deceased), Carpsplash (adoptive)
SIBLINGS: Troutkit (adoptive brother; deceased), Sandkit (adoptive brother; deceased)

MATE:
KIT(S):

HISTORY
Butterflykit was born into RiverClan. However, at the young age of 1 moon, there was a dreadful fire that swept through the clan. It was a smoldering day in Green-Leaf. The rivers had been running low, near empty and the grass felt brittle and weak. Burning trees cracked and shuddered, falling down across the territory and the camp; blocking dens and exits. Miraculously, Butterflykit was saved - lifted up and out of the nursery and taken to safety. The leader's priority was the queens and kits first, but in all of the chaos, Butterflykit's mother ended up perishing. RiverClan lost many that evening - including Butterflykit's father. In one sunrise, a young kit became an orphan. The fire did not burn out simply after that one sunrise either, no; it took at least three before the flames and cinders and stopped glowing. Butterflykit was forunate however that there had been another Queen in the nursery at the same time as she, meaning she was able to be nursed and cared for. The queen's name was Shellwhisper and she too, had unfortunately lost both of her kits in the fire that claimed Butterflykit's parents. Shellwhisper and her mate, Carpsplash, cared for Butterflykit as if she were their own. They taught her right from wrong, were kind and affectionate when needed and disciplinary if they had to be. Butterflykit grew up knowing she was adopted. Shellwhisper and Carpsplash did not keep anything from her.

Butterflykit gained her apprenticeship as any normal she-cat did. She was assigned a smooth and sleek she-cat, who had smokey colored fur. The name? Rainfall. Rainfall was a beautiful she-cat and was a kind and patient mentor, just what any young apprentice needed. Rainfall ended up developing a small crush on Butterflypaw. Butterflypaw did not realize immediately, but when she did.. She started to really notice the attention she was getting and she liked it. Although Butterflypaw never admitted this to anyone, she did like the attention she got from someone crushing on her. Butterflypaw did not feel the same way about Rainfall though and she did confess this to her mentor; with no feelings hurt too much. Butterflypaw became a warrior at 12 moons old and was given the name Butterflynose. From there, she mentored several apprentices and became deputy. She then found herself in the role of leader at the ripe age of 30 moons.

PREVIOUS MENTOR: Rainfall
FORMER APPRENTICE(S): Waterpetal (female; NPC) and Riversong (female; NPC-deceased).
PREDECESSOR: Salmonstar
DEPUTIES CHOSEN:

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| Butterflystar. Leader of RiverClan |

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.

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[Perception]

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Lavenderrain

[attr="class","itsa"]THE BASICS
NAME: Lavenderkit → Lavenderpaw → Lavenderrain
AGE: 18 moons old
GENDER: She-cat
RANK: Warrior
SEXUALITY: Straight
CLAN: Windclan
DESCRIPTION: A fluffy blue-gray feline with striking yellow eyes
APPEARANCE: Lavenderrain has a small and slender body; she is fairly petite, however she has very long fluffy fur that's a dark blue-gray in colour. She has no additional marks on her and is purely a solid colour. However, she does have clear-round yellow eyes which are almost a faded sunshine colour.

PERSONALITY
Positives+ Outgoing, compassionate, elegant, affectionate, neat.
Negatives- Too trusting of outsiders, idealistic, a bit of a neat-freak and incredibly cowardly.

Lavenderrain is a warm and gentle she-cat who will make friends with nearly anybody; no matter their age, gender or even clan. Lavenderrain is compassionate and kind, wanting to help those in need or who are struggling. Lavenderrain is affectionate and loving; enjoying snuggling up to her close friends or clan-mates.

She is a rather hopeless romantic who is fairly idealistic, too. Lavenderrain always imagines various couples in the clans or is wanting to pair up so and so with so and so. The idea of finding love for herself is a dream but one she is not rushing into. Lavenderrain likes hearing about new couples and gets excited over the idea or announcement of kits. However, she will always gloss over the negatives; fights and arguments in couples, they just don't occur to her.

Lavenderrain likes to be well-groomed and always keeps a clean nest. She collects pebbles and shiny rocks to decorate her nest, but they have their places and she will notice immediately if one is out of place. The same goes for her fur. Lavenderrain is fussy when it comes to looking nice. She may even groom kits or apprentices and fix their fur if she feels it looks untidy. Presentation is key!

Although Lavenderrain is kind and loyal to her clan...She does have a rather large flaw. She is terribly cowardly. Lavenderrain hates confrontation and will avoid it at all costs, if possible. Lavenderrain hates getting her paws dirty and hopes to never be involved in any real battles or border skirmishes. She simply does not like fighting or violence, but she understands she must if she has to. But, that does not mean she won't try use every excuse under the stars if she can.

FAMILY AND BLOODLINE

MOTHER: Violetstream (deceased)
FATHER: Unknown.
SIBLINGS: None; however mother hinted on numerous occasions that her father had multiple litters with multiple other she-cats although never mentioned his name or any real details about him.

MATE:
KIT(S):

HISTORY
Lavenderrain had a normal upbringing, with very little happening on in her early years. When she finally became a warrior though, a nasty case of green-cough flooded the clan. Many became ill with the sickness, including Violetstream (Lavenderrain's mother). The death impacted her hard and has taken several moons of mourning to grieve the passing of her best friend, her mom.

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| Lavenderrain. Warrior of WindClan |

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.

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[Perception]

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Willowpaw

[attr="class","itsa"]THE BASICS
NAME: Willowpaw
AGE: 6 moons
GENDER: She-cat
RANK: Apprentice
SEXUALITY: She's not sure yet as she is still young, but it may likely be heterosexual.
CLAN: Shadowclan

APPEARANCE:
Willowpaw has a small build; her body size is petite and she has no bugling muscles. Willowpaw has short fur that's smooth. It is a blend of lilac, white and ginger; making her a dilute calico.

PERSONALITY:

Positives+ Intelligent, dedicated and hard-working, curious.
Negatives- Sassy, arrogant, rude, competitive.

Willowpaw is a sassy know-it all; she is obnoxious and feels she knows everything there is to know. Admittedly, she is a fairly clever she-cat as she manages to retain knowledge like moss retains water. However, she will flaunt what she knows and knows she will be one of the greatest cat's in the clan.

This she-cat is friendly enough to meet and talk to, however she can be rather overwhelming at times. Willowpaw will not hesitate to bad-mouth other cats either or partake in fun clan gossip. She looooovesss clan gossip.

Despite her seemingly hot/cold personality, she is dedicated to her clan and to watching it grow and conquer the forest. Willowpaw will listen to those in authoritative roles and will generally obey without a second thought...Unless she thinks they're wrong. Willowpaw will speak her mind if she believes a decision is wrong or feels like questioning it; who knows, maybe she knows better...

BLOODLINES:

MOTHER: Chicorybreeze (deceased)
FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: None

MATE:
KIT(S):


HISTORY
Willowpaw was born into ShadowClan and has resided there ever since. The she-cat knows very little about her father; in fact, she doesn't even recall his name. However, her mother had been known for being a rather grouchy she-cat. It was no surprise she had a daughter with similiar traits. Willowpaw's mother passed when Willowpaw turned 5 moons old as she contracted green-cough and was unable to recover.

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| Willowpaw. Apprentice of ShadowClan |

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.

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Turtlenose

[attr="class","itsa"]THE BASICS
NAME: Turtlekit → Turtlepaw → Turtlenose
AGE: 20 moons
GENDER: Tom
RANK: Warrior
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
CLAN: Riverclan

APPEARANCE:
Turtlenose is a large male that has long, fluffy fur. The tom's fur is golden orange in colour and has a white neck and underbelly. Turtlenose has a long feathered tail. If you look closely at his tail, you can see it has a white tip and faded ginger stripes that blend with the rest of his golden body. Turtlenose has golden yellow eyes.

PERSONALITY:
Positives+ Gentle, loyal, kind, very affectionate, protective.
Negatives- Submissive, doubtful, slightly introverted, distrusting of outsiders.  

Turtlenose is a big-tom, but is the kindest and most gentle tom around. He knows how to be delicate and light-pawed around little kits and apprentices, but he also can get down and play with them. Turtlenose has a heart of gold, he loves to give freely and is always smiling. Although, while he smiles and is friendly to his clan-members...He is slightly introverted around outsiders or newcomers to the clan. It takes Turtlenose a little bit of time to warm up to others, but he will get there eventually. Turtlenose demonstrates an affectionate nature once he is comfortable with someone, where he enjoys licking and grooming his clan-mates. He adores young kits and is eager to take apprentices out hunting or battle training whenever he gets the chance.

Although he is incredibly loving and gentle; he can get very upset if someone insults his clan or those he loves. RiverClan is his home and he is loyal to them like water to his pelt.

Turtlenose however, can be submissive. He will follow orders and obey whatever command he is given. Turtlenose would never question those giving the tasks and will do the best he can. It is also somewhat for this reason he rather dislikes receiving jobs of power - i.e apprentice mentoring or patrol leading, because he has a large amount of doubt in his abilities. Turtlenose prefers to sit back and watch others give the orders. He has no ambition in his life. He is content being a warrior.

BLOODLINES:
MOTHER: Snowfeather (deceased)
FATHER: Dustfang (deceased)
SIBLINGS: Elkstorm (alive)

MATE:
KIT(S):

HISTORY
Turtlenose was born into RiverClan. He had a fairly traditional upbringing and was well loved and cared for, however when he was just an apprentice, his father left his mother for another she-cat. The she-cat's name was Goosestorm. Goosestorm had a fiery personality but strangely had affections for Dustfang. Snowfeather, Turtlenose's mother died very tragically a few moons after Dustfang got together with his new mate. No one really knows what killed Snowfeather, but Turtlenose suspected a mixture between a broken heart and severe depression. Dustfang and Goosestorm lived happily for several moons until Goosestorm had complications with a litter. All of the kits died as did Goosestorm due to blood loss. Dustfang was terribly upset for some time after that, until he too was claimed by StarClan.

remi- rilla go!

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| Turtlenose. Warrior of RiverClan |

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.

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