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Post by -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ on Dec 19, 2017 23:05:17 GMT -5
Rainstar twitched his ears as he marked a heather bush and started to veer towards the border with Riverclan. He listened to Thistleshine's question before flicking his tail and glancing at him. "There is a full moon in a few nights. We'll be there and make our official presence known. We all still hold the full moon truce, so they wouldn't dare attack us. Until then, we will just mark borders and patrol constantly. I don't want any other clan cat stepping on our territory." The gray tabby meowed firmly, his voice meaningful. He wasn't going to allow Windclan to be stepped all over. Not again. The other clans would pay for what they had done to their ancestors. And Rainstar would stop at nothing to prove their strength. "If the clans ask us to leave, we will fight each one to prove that we belong here like they do. Though, Riverclan and Thunderclan didn't chase us out, they never brought us back. And they will pay too. Do you agree?"
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Post by -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ on Dec 19, 2017 23:06:24 GMT -5
This was one of the many reasons why Dimheart would make a terrible medicine cat. Even up close she had no idea that the dock was still trying to grow and wasnโt ready to be picked. If it had been up to her she would have plucked the plant right out of the ground and taken it back to camp.
The molly flicked her tail. She felt somewhat bad to let Featherpoolโs hopes get up like that, but what could she have done differently? She knew little to nothing about herbs. At least she was trying to help.
โWeโll find herbs, Iโm sure of it,โ mewed Dimheart as she stepped over to Featherpool. Before she knew it she nuzzled the dark furred molly over the cheek. Dimheart took a moment to take in the medicine catโs scent. A purr trickled against her throat as the familiar scents of herbs and honey blanketed her. If only I could tell you, Featherpool, how much I adore you. After a moment Dimheart pulled away, coming back to her senses. She felt her ears grow hot and she instantly leaned down to lap at her chest fur. She had to keep it together. There was no way she could let her feelings get the best of her. Not now, not ever.
Clearing her throat, the warrior agreed to Featherpoolโs plan. โRight, letโs head there then.โ
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 19, 2017 23:20:02 GMT -5
Iceclaw ---> Hummingfrost { Feathertalon }Luckily for the queen, the furry white warrior was, in fact, in camp. Iceclaw had busied himself with picking through their makeshift fresh kill pile, pulling out anything that smelled...off...to him.It wasn't a great undertaking, though, since they were all hungry, and the fresh-kill pile wasn't exactly the work of wonders and endless bounty, yet. Still, the young warrior worked steadily, pushing the stale prey out of the pile with his big paws.
Naturally, Hummingfrost would have to get his attention, because the large tom wouldn't hear her approach, but he was never too busy to help the permanent queen, much to the amusement of his siblings.
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Post by -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ on Dec 19, 2017 23:20:54 GMT -5
Featherpool felt a warmth of... love when Dimheart nuzzled her. She almost wanted to whine when the other molly pulled away, but she didn't. She purred softly and dipped her head, hoping that Dimheart was right. The plants couldn't be dead yet. But she knew they couldn't go any deeper into Thunderclan territory without getting caught, or running into the camp, or even a patrol. Her tail flickered back and forth before she continued to pad along the stream.
"The herbs are most likely closest to here, if my thoughts are correct. They need water and sunlight to grow, and what better place than the edge of a forest, and at the bank of a stream, right?" Featherpool sighed softly. She knew Dimheart was trying to help, but she knew that without Thornwhisker's better knowledge in herb hunting, the two molly's were probably out of luck at finding anything.
When the two came to the edge of the forest, and end of the border markers that reeked heavily of Thunderclan, she turned back to Dimheart. "Nothing. We looked up pretty much the whole stream." She mewed sadly, her tail dropping. She kicking a pebble with her paw and made her way to Dimheart, carefully resting her head on the tabby mollies shoulder, breathing in her scent and looking for comfort. Thornwhisker wouldn't be happy, but what could she do? She had no clue where any herbs were. "Let's go back to camp, Dimheart. I'll have Thornwhisker look next time."
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 19, 2017 23:34:52 GMT -5
Thistleshine ---> Rainstar { -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ }Thistleshine nodded, mulling over this plan. "That's a sensible approach, I believe. We won't attack them unless they attack us. They can't deny our place here. This is our home as much as it is theirs." The silver tom lashed his tail, then, and an edge entered his voice. "We cannot let them drive us out again."
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 19, 2017 23:58:58 GMT -5
Hummingfrost To be quite frank, Iceclaw wasn't that hard to spot. His fluffy white coat was easy to pick out among the rest of the Clan. It made finding him easy for Hummingfrost, which in turn made her pretty happy to see that he was still, indeed, in camp.
A purr began to ripple through her throat. She felt her tail curl high up into the air with the happiness of being around the tomcat, or really just the thought of being around him. Not too long ago they had been extremely close - still were really. The young molly had mothered Firepaw, Iceclaw's younger brother, after the death of their mother. Iceclaw had been adamant on visiting his brother as much as he could, giving way to a lot of interaction between the molly and the tom. Even now that Firepaw was out of the nursery Hummingfrost wanted to continue that bond she had with Iceclaw.
Padding over to the white tomcat, Hummingfrost used her feathery tail to let the warrior know she was there. As he couldn't hear, Iceclaw wouldn't have been able to hear her approach. A smile pulled the corner of her lips upward, and as she came to face him so that he could read what she was saying, she mewed, "Morning, Iceclaw." Dimheart There was bound to be some herbs around here unless ThunderClan had used them all. Dimheart felt annoyance bubble up underneath her skin. Of course ThunderClan would have taken all these herbs. They probably took their herbs for granted. The molly felt her tail lash aggressively. How dare that no good Clan take all the herbs. Didn't they plan ahead? If they had left some stalks to continue growing they would have herbs to gather yet, or WindClan would have herbs to use. Dimheart snorted. One day she would get the chance to drive her claws into ThunderClan flesh.
Featherpool's voice knocked Dimheart out of her aggressive thoughts. She took in a deep breath to help calm down as well. "If we can't find any herbs, it's not your fault. This is new territory. No cat is sure where the herbs best grow," she mewed softly, hoping that would cheer up Featherpool. The stream was proving to be barren of any herb life. Even Dimheart felt her spirits drop to her paws. She didn't want to see Featherpool look so downcast. "Like I said," Dimheart murmured, "this territory is still new. You'll know where all the herbs are before you know it. I'm sure Thornwhisker would love to help scout out places with you soon." What medicine cat wouldn't want to scout out the herbs of a new territory as soon as they could? No medicine cat, that was the answer.
That warm feeling of pure affection rushed through Dimheart once more when Featherpool rested her head on Dimheart's shoulder. The white-silver tabby breathed in. I don't want to go to camp just yet. I want to stay with you by my side forever. Featherpool, I... She never finished her thought. She wouldn't allow herself to finish that thought. They needed to get back to camp. "Sounds like a plan." Dimheart had yet to pull away from Featherpool's touch, but if she could she would be pressed up against the molly's side all the way back to camp.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 0:11:09 GMT -5
Iceclaw ---> Hummingfrost { Feathertalon }Iceclaw's attention was grabbed when he felt a feathery tail on his back. When he looked up, he was delighted to see Hummingfrost. A purr rumbled in his throat as he moved to pay attention to her muzzle, in case she spoke.
"Morning, Hummingfrost." He greeted, with a friendly nudge. The furry white tom was forever grateful towards the gentle molly for making sure his little brother was safe after the...incident with their parents.
"Want some food?" He offered, before he gestured towards the larger 'fresh' food pile.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 0:22:50 GMT -5
Her purr continued to rumble in the back of her throat. It was a sad thought to note that Iceclaw would never get to hear her purr, or his purr at that, or his voice, or her voice... Being deaf seemed like an awful thing, but Iceclaw seemed to take his disability in stride. Come to think of it Hummingfrost was sure she had never seen the white-furred warrior feel saddened about his hearing. Then again, he had been born with it so perhaps it didn't bother him like it would bother a cat such as Hummingfrost who had had her hearing all her life.
Without being able to help it, Hummingfrost leaned forward and rubbed her cheek alongside Iceclaw's own. It was pretty obvious that the queen had a huge crush on the warrior. They weren't mates or anything of the sort, not at all, but tell the rest of the Clan that. Sure, Hummingfrost would love the day she got to become the white tom's mate, but she felt like that would never happen. They were good friends. A part of her told her that Iceclaw only saw her as that - a friend. She could live with that. She could also live with eating a meal right about now.
The tabby turned to look over at the pile of food that Iceclaw had been sifting through. She twitched her tail in thought before glancing back to Iceclaw. "Want to share?" She questioned as she turned and dragged a lapwing out of the pile. It wasn't as good or juicy as rabbit, but there was only one on the pile right now and the elders deserved the better prey.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 20, 2017 0:32:59 GMT -5
{ Hey guys. }
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 0:33:57 GMT -5
hey! c':
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 20, 2017 1:51:53 GMT -5
OOC Alright, I have officially joined with my boy Bugpaw, my girl Tinypaw, and her brother, Antstep. Ross said I was already accepted, so if anyone wants to rp, I have all three of my kitties open.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 1:57:27 GMT -5
i love them all omg<3 i probably won't be on much longer, but I totally wanna do something with Tiny and Chicken c':
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 20, 2017 1:59:12 GMT -5
OOC I would so be up for that. (Tbh, I also wonโt be on that much longer, probably.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 2:01:31 GMT -5
i have a starter for Chicken a few pages back. Want me to quote that?
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 20, 2017 2:04:51 GMT -5
OOC Yes please!
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 2:06:12 GMT -5
Chickenpaw He had never been more confused in his life than when he had woken up.
Chickenpaw jumped out of his nest, fur on edge and green eyes wide with fright. Where was he? This land wasn't what he was used to looking at. Where was the little pebble that stood outside the make-shift apprentices' den? Man, that pebble had been his favorite... And where was Firepaw's nest that was usually beside his own? Now the nests were more spaced out. Gorsepaw's nest was waaaaay over there, and it seemed like Firepaw's nest was scooted closer to Gorsepaw's nest now. ...Were they trying to get away from him? No, no. Think logically, he told himself. This den was just larger than what they were used to. It allowed them to have more room to sleep in their nests now.
Then it hit him.
The day before they had made it to the moors. The moors where WindClan truly belonged. Chickenpaw's fur was now puffed out in excitement. WindClan had made it home! The skinny black and white tom gave a little bounce as he bounded out of the apprentices' den. He looked up at the blue sky, his breath puffing out in little white clouds. This is our home! He thought to himself with pride. WindClan made it home! here ya go c;
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 20, 2017 2:20:47 GMT -5
OOC Tinypaw to Chickenpaw Feathertalon
IC Tinypaw had been awake much earlier, hardly even getting any sleep the night before. So, before even the sun had awoken, Tinypaw had left the unfamiliar den in favor of checking out their new...old camp. It had been nice, the small, fluffy molly had found a nice, open space to watch the sun rise. It was such a small thing, but seeing it rise every morning, it filled her with reassurance. On what? She wasnโt sure. Tinypaw just knew that it made her feel better. Because, if the sun could rise every day, she could to, and that was comforting.
After she had watched the sun rise and get higher in the sky, Tinypaw had made her way back to camp, having been lucky enough to catch a mouse on her way back, it was small and scrawny, still sleepy and lazy too, but still, she had caught it and was able to proudly bring it back for her clan. Which she had done, dropping it where she assumed the prey was supposed to go.
It was almost right after that, that she looked up just in time to spot Chickenpaw emerge from the den, which must have been equally confusing to him, as it had been for her when she had first blinked open her eyes, much earlier in the morning.
Letting out a purr, Tinypaw padded over to join the much younger apprentice, giving a flick of her feathery tail in greeting. โMorning Chickenpaw, did you sleep well?โ She asked as she approached, sitting down beside him and lifting her small paw up to give it a quick lick before she brushed her paw back past her ear.
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 20, 2017 2:27:51 GMT -5
OOC Okay, Iโm gonna crash now, night!
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 2:30:51 GMT -5
For his entire life Chickenpaw had never had a permanent place to call home. WindClan had always been on the move, promising one another that they would find the other three Clans and settle into their rightful home. It had been so long since the four Clans had all been together again. Just how long had it been? Chickenpaw didn't even want to think about it. He knew his history from his mother, Nightblaze, and could say with confidence that there had been at least three leaders since WindClan had last interacted with the three other Clans. That was twenty-seven lifetimes. That was a long time. Chickenpaw couldn't even imagine holding out for something for that long. WindClan had been determined, and its determination had gotten it far. Right now Chickenpaw couldn't be any prouder of being part of this noble and dedicated Clan.
A voice broke through his thoughts. The tom jumped, startled. His tail stuck straight up into the air as his green eyes landed on the black smoke pelt of Tinypaw. His smile broadened. He had always enjoyed being around the older apprentice. He hated it when she was feeling down about herself, and so when he could he would try to make her feel better even if that meant doing subtle things like changing out her nest when she was on patrol or saving the juiciest rabbit leg for her when she grew hungry. Chickenpaw would do things like that for every cat, but he did it more so for Tinypaw just to see that smile on her face. In his opinion she looked beautiful when she smiled.
A purr escaped the young tom. "I slept real well! I was surprised when I woke up, though," he admitted with a chuckle at the end of his words. "I wasn't sure where I was. How about you?" Chickenpaw then returned the question as his head tilted in wonder. She must have been up for a while so either she hadn't been able to sleep or she had such a wonderful sleep that her body was able to awaken with the dawn.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 2:31:06 GMT -5
night! c:
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 4:39:12 GMT -5
Her purr continued to rumble in the back of her throat. It was a sad thought to note that Iceclaw would never get to hear her purr, or his purr at that, or his voice, or her voice... Being deaf seemed like an awful thing, but Iceclaw seemed to take his disability in stride. Come to think of it Hummingfrost was sure she had never seen the white-furred warrior feel saddened about his hearing. Then again, he had been born with it so perhaps it didn't bother him like it would bother a cat such as Hummingfrost who had had her hearing all her life.
Without being able to help it, Hummingfrost leaned forward and rubbed her cheek alongside Iceclaw's own. It was pretty obvious that the queen had a huge crush on the warrior. They weren't mates or anything of the sort, not at all, but tell the rest of the Clan that. Sure, Hummingfrost would love the day she got to become the white tom's mate, but she felt like that would never happen. They were good friends. A part of her told her that Iceclaw only saw her as that - a friend. She could live with that. She could also live with eating a meal right about now.
The tabby turned to look over at the pile of food that Iceclaw had been sifting through. She twitched her tail in thought before glancing back to Iceclaw. "Want to share?" She questioned as she turned and dragged a lapwing out of the pile. It wasn't as good or juicy as rabbit, but there was only one on the pile right now and the elders deserved the better prey. Iceclaw ---> Hummingfrost { Feathertalon }Contrary to popular belief, Iceclaw did know his own purr. At least, he knew what his own purr felt like, a steady rumble in his chest. And he knew what Hummingfrost's purr felt like too, whenever she pressed up against him. He didn't know what a purr sounded like, but he could recognize one.
After Hummingfrost pulled away, Iceclaw's eyes immediately snapped back to her face, in case he almost missed something. He knew his friend would be familiar with the fact he needed to be focused on her to understand her talking, but he didn't want to keep her waiting long, either.
Hummingfrost's crush was probably obvious to literally everyone but Iceclaw himself. Which was a shame, because the tom had padded after her, starry eyed, for a long time.
At her question, though, he nodded. Settling down beside her, the snowy tom figured he should try to keep a conversation going. Conversation could sometimes be overwhelming - clan meetings were a nightmarish storm of everyone's muzzle moving at once, with Iceclaw having no idea who was more important to "listen" to - but talking to one cat at a time wasn't a problem. Although if you asked Iceclaw, it was never an issue to talk to Hummingfrost, anyway.
"What are you up to today?" He questioned, tipping his head to the side in curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 7:42:34 GMT -5
Stickfur - Camp - Feathertalon Stickfur looked carefully at Hickoryburn. He knew that the warrior was slightly uneasy, but that was obviously all his fault. He had to be more friendly. Carefully nodding along as his patrol-partner-to-be spoke. โYes, I suppose I will be careful then. Thatโs not too hard, is it?โ
He tried to smile for a few seconds but gave up on the attempt. Things were just getting more awkward by the minute and he really hated to waste time.
โ Letโs leave now then, we best be going.โ Stickfur felt a bit of ease at his smooth reply, and congratulated himself rather vainly about it. He glanced once more at his perfect gray fur and wondered how it would get messy with a tinge of regret. Even being careful could not stop a sudden change in weather or little things sticking to him. How hard it would be to clean them out, he didnโt know.
With a little inward sigh, Stickfur rose to his paws and attempted a slightly confident stance.
He finally managed to let the smallest forced smile flit cross his face as he hesitantly waited for Hickoryburn to lead the way.
โGo ahead, you can... uh, lead. Iโm not the best with patrols.โ Stickfur really wanted this patrol to get over with... โHow long will we be away?โ He asked his last question with a bit of annoyance in his voice.A patrol shouldnโt be too long, but if they both picked up their paces everything would be fine. Stickfur suddenly changed his mind, and shook his head. Too many questions was low class.
โNever mind about that, Hickoryburn. Letโs leave.โ
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 9:43:37 GMT -5
Hickoryburn Surely from here to the RiverClan border wouldn't prove to be treacherous to any cat's pelt. It was all open moorland. The worst that could happen would be their paws getting caked in dirt or grime and that wasn't too bad. A quick clean would have their paws spotless in no time. Though Hickoryburn even doubted that their paws would get that dirty. The ground was dry and almost frozen over, the dirt would be stuck to the ground rather than stuck to their paws. "I'm sure it won't be hard at all," the ruddy tom responded in a weak voice. Was he lowering the other tom's anxieties about getting dirty or was he simply raising them? Ugh, this was too hard. Hickoryburn didn't want to ruminate on Stickfur's feelings for too long lest he get confused about what to say and when to speak. So to get this thing started so it could end Hickoryburn gestured with his tail for Stickfur to follow.
Leading patrols came easy to the ruddy tomcat. Taking the lead came naturally to him. What didn't come naturally to him was socializing, which surely he made up for in his leadership abilities. As soon as he stepped out of camp a question caused him to pause as he turned to look at Stickfur. How long would it take? Well, Hickoryburn could only hope it wouldn't take too long. It was just a patrol, right? He parted his maw to give a response when Stickfur took back his question. Hickoryburn felt his fur burn with uncertainty. Was he supposed to go ahead and answer or was he supposed to stay silent? The tom, his body warm with the thought, decided to remain silent. Was that the appropriate response? He could only hope so.
Hickoryburn took in a deep breath of the fresh air as he completely stepped out of camp. The breeze brought with it the scent of coming rain. If everything went smoothly the two toms would be back in camp before it even started to drizzle. With that in mind, Hickoryburn began to head toward the border WindClan now shared with RiverClan. Hummingfrost The morning was starting off to be a good one. She was still stuck in camp doing pretty much nothing, but she preferred being in camp with Iceclaw over a lot of other things.
The silver tabby began to pluck off the feathers from the lapwing she had pulled from the fresh-kill pile. The feathers would be used inside some nests around camp, probably within the elders' den, and if there were any extra, they would be used in the nursery. Perhaps eating was going to help her agenda for the day - get soft mosses and feathers for the nests in camp. If they were going to stay here they needed permanent nests and to Hummingfrost permanent nests meant warmth and softness.
When Iceclaw asked her a question, the molly turned to face him. She hesitated a moment as her whiskers twitched furiously - a feather had stuck on to her whiskers. Hummingfrost shook her head, amused. She could only imagine what she looked like, shaking her head only for a feather to gracefully fall down. Now free of the feather, Hummingfrost turned her amber gaze back to Iceclaw so he could watch her mouth move in response.
"I planned on gathering some moss and feathers for nests," she mewed in Iceclaw's direction. A question then formed on her tongue, her ears growing warm as she asked, "Would you like to join me?" After all, the molly needed a warrior to accompany her out there, and what better warrior than Iceclaw to join her?
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Post by Morticat on Dec 20, 2017 10:29:20 GMT -5
{ Anyone have a free cat? }
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 10:30:21 GMT -5
{ Anyone have a free cat? }
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 20, 2017 10:51:43 GMT -5
OOC Morning!
Cat, I have Bugpaw and Antstep open!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 10:56:57 GMT -5
OOC Morning!
Cat, I have Bugpaw and Antstep open!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 10:57:11 GMT -5
[THESE FORUMS NEED TO NOT.]
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 11:01:41 GMT -5
[*scream*]
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Post by Morticat on Dec 20, 2017 11:01:59 GMT -5
{ ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ - I'll post a starter with Marshpaw in a bit. (: Headphone Actor - So weird it won't let you say anything when you quote! }
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