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Post by Aphelyon on Feb 11, 2018 18:10:50 GMT -5
(I'd prefer not to place Crow before I know where he's needed. That way I don't have to come up with some kind of contrived way to get him from wherever he is now to wherever he needs to be. If anyone wanted to rp with him that would be one thing since then I could set it up with a reason/place for them to meet but I don't want to just put him somewhere for the sake of putting him somewhere. Basically, I want his starter to be relevant and not just a random "yep. There's a cat. Doing some cat things.")
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 19:02:43 GMT -5
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Post by monarch on Feb 11, 2018 19:17:09 GMT -5
(Hi, I'm really sorry for this, but I'm going to have to give up my spot. I just can't be active enough for this rp right now :c I'm sorry.)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 19:19:49 GMT -5
[ Helloo~ I should be able to get up a reply soon, just to let you know^^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 19:21:57 GMT -5
@ monarch: alrighty ty for telling me
@ ashfeather: alrighty
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 19:23:12 GMT -5
[ I could probably take the place of mourning parent if you'd like? ]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 19:28:47 GMT -5
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 19:36:16 GMT -5
[ Yeah sure thing^^ Then I'll have a clan cat I can rp too. I'll type up their form now. ]
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 19:50:44 GMT -5
role: the mourning parent name: Cherrywhisper age: 36 moons gender: she-cat physical description: Cherrywhisper is a short, calico she-cat, with the majority of her ginger and black markings found on her back and top of her head. She has kind, sea-green eyes, a small, lean frame and a long, thin tail. While she makes for a good hunter, being fast and light on her feet, her lack in strength makes her ill-suited for fighting. three personality traits: kind, withdrawn, timid other: Cherrywhisper lost her mate, Rowanclaw, and their two kits, Ivykit and Dawnkit, to the fire. Her brother, Eaglestrike, was also killed, leaving her with no living kin.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 20:16:39 GMT -5
lookin' good as mentioned to the others i'll add whenever so ur free 2 rp w/ her
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 20:25:22 GMT -5
[ Great! I'll get a starter up for her as soon as I can and also reply to Khepri^^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 20:32:33 GMT -5
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 21:57:32 GMT -5
Cherrywhisper stood among the burnt remains of what used to be a thriving forest, the smell of ash and soot and smoke overwhelming her nose. What remained of Wisteriaclan stood scattered around her - she thought she had counted four others - but she barely registered their presence. Everyone she had loved was gone. Everyone. No warning, no goodbyes, nothing. Her weak and tired frame threatened to collapse at the very thought, and her intense grief made her mind foggy to everything that was going around her. Nothing seemed to matter in the wake of the fact that they were gone.
She had been on her first walk out of camp since having her kits, and she could remember how reluctant she had been to leave them. But Rowanclaw had insisted, saying that she had been copped up in the nursery for far too long. So she had left Ivykit and Dawnkit with their loving father and gone out hunting with her brother. And in all honesty, she had loved getting out of camp again, feeling the rush of adrenaline as she hunted. She had missed spending time with her brother too without the squealing of kits surrounding them. Looking back now, she had wished she had never left that nursery. She was a mother, she was supposed to be able to protect her kits. That was her one job, that was her most important task. And she had failed.
She had smelt burning before she laid eyes on the fire, and already then she had raced back to camp. The fire had seemed ravenous, merciless as it ate up the surrounding forest, its orange shadow skipping from tree to tree as it enveloped everything in its path. The camp was already up in flames by the time she had arrived, and she had made a beeline towards the nursery where she could hear her kits calling out for help - calling out for her. She had seen another warrior - Foxpelt she thought it was - run straight into the nursery despite the flames, before a burning tree had crashed down over its entrance. And still, she had tried to get in, determined to save her little ones from the blaze. But Eaglestrike had held her back; despite all her yowling and crying, all her cursing and clawing, he had held desperately on to the scruff of her neck and dragged her out of camp and out of harms way. He had saved her from herself, but she had watched everything she loved burn down in the process. She didn't even know what had happened to him after; all she knew was that as pure sorrow weighed her down outside of camp and kept her from moving, he had ran back into the flames. And then she had been alone.
She could hear Bluestar addressing everyone, but she barely registered what he had said. She had gotten to her feet and followed the others though without question, her pawsteps heavy and tail dragging slightly along the ground. Her muscles ached and her throat felt dry, but nothing compared to her heartache. She would do anything - anything - to be able to hear Rowanclaw's deep laugh again, to have Ivykit pulling playfully on her tail or to see Dawnkit's visible excitement at the prospect of tasting squirrel for the first time. She was supposed to see them grow up with Rowanclaw at her side; to see them become apprentices and then warriors; to feel that tinge of pride when they had had their first successful hunt, and that swell of love when they had their own kits. They had their whole lives ahead of them and in an instant, it had been ripped away. A mother was not supposed to bury her children.
She was grateful for Bluestar's leadership and Lionstep's watchful gaze at this time. She knew she had to find a way to move past this, if not for herself, then for all the cats that had been lost in the fire. Their deaths couldn't be for nothing. Wisteriaclan had to live on.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 11, 2018 22:36:17 GMT -5
it's alright! i'll add later when i'm less lazy; the starter is on the first page for clan cats ^^
thank you ^^ i'll have something up for ebonybird soon!
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 11, 2018 23:04:41 GMT -5
Kestrelflight was somewhat alarmed when Khepri pushed himself up against the wooden planks, though when she saw that he was only trying to look into the twolegs nest she relaxed once more. She was surprised at how large, or rather, long, his body seemed to be, but was coming to understand that he was no threat. He only seemed... curious. She couldn't help but wonder where he had come from, as it wasn't every day one saw a big cat trotting through a twoleg place. In fact, she was certain that was something that never happened at all. And yet, here he stood in front of her.
She was pleasantly surprised by his response to her name, though her curiosity only intensified at his first comment. Like the cats of old. She had never really thought about where the naming traditions of her clan had come from, but it was unsurprising to her that it was rooted somewhere deep in their history. She, and all the other cats of her clan, had always taken their naming system as a constant in their life, something that you were introduced to from birth. But it was interesting that he had heard about it nevertheless. And the mention of his parents, she wondered where they were. While she no longer saw him as any sort of threat, she still wasn't comfortable with the thought of more of his kind roaming around the streets.
She finally decided to jump down to the ground below. He didn't seem aggressive at all, after all. Plus, she didn't like the feel of that narrow, wooden edge under her paws. It was just plain uncomfortable. She nodded her head in response to his question. "Yeah, exactly. I was given the name Kestrelkit when I was born, and when I became an apprentice, that changed to Kestrelpaw. Kestrelflight is my warrior name," she explained calmly, hoping that made it more clear to him. Kittypets were always still confused at this point ('But why would you change your name?' they'd say), but this big cat seemed more intelligent than them. Which, she supposed, wasn't all that difficult.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 23:14:48 GMT -5
alright d: after ebonybird is up, i'll probably do a bluestar reply
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 23:33:41 GMT -5
He twitched an ear as a bird flew overhead, debated catching it for a moment - but he decided against it. There would be time to hunt later, and he wasn't particularly hungry. I have to get used to limited food, he thought idly, gaze flicking to where the distance faded to an odd black colour. That had certainly been a vicious fire at one point, and he could imagine that it would smell of the human's "gasoline" and something else; there was no way a natural forest fire could do that much damage, right? He wasn't sure.
For now, though, Khepri's attention had to remain on the domestic in front of him. It seemed that she'd moved, now - perhaps she no longer deemed him a complete threat? He wasn't quite sure, but he could speculate. An ear twitched lazily and he tilted his head to the side.
"I see," he nodded. "That does make sense. If the cats of old did it, I think they'd use cub over kit; otherwise, it sounds almost exactly like that. Are leaders called Moon, or are they something else?" he was fascinated, now; the way that these littler cats could build their own culture from something thrown away so long ago, according to his parents. Fascinating. "Do you have hunters as well as warriors, or just the warriors?"
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. He'd always live by that rule.
Khepri didn't think that the outside world was that bad - but he knew that he'd have to leave the human town. Not only would he remain unwelcome here by true domestics rather than wild domestics like Kestrelflight, he knew that the humans would catch on, eventually. He needed a home with plenty of prey and solitude; this wasn't the environment that he wanted or needed, either. He wanted somewhere rocky at the very least - but he wasn't going to be picky about where he lived. For now, at least, he was content with talking and learning.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 12, 2018 0:05:19 GMT -5
"keep the ones who heard you when you never said a word."
He wasn’t supposed to be alive. He could still see plumes of smoke unfurling over his head and sinking, ever so slowly, to the floor of the forest that roiled with vibrant hues of red, amber, and yellow. He felt something gyrate in his stomach, something so foul and bitter that it felt as if it would wrench him apart and tear him open. Blood roared in his ears, leaving a high pitched shriek endlessly resonating within his mind, pounding against his skull until he felt as if it would shatter.
Earlier, the tang of the air shifted from mawkish to metallic, and he'd almost keeled when a different, putrid scent had overwhelmed him. Now, his far-too swollen throat felt as if he'd swallowed venom, and he could not smell anything but the sour scent of smoke. He felt the temperature rise to a preposterous degree, steadily approaching his pale, ginger pelt with each and every passing second. He felt paralyzed. He was paralyzed. The fire would consume him if the opaque fog didn't first, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Mallowpaw? Mallowpaw!" He swiveled around at the sound of a familiar voice, though before he could see the rugged visage of Ebonybird, he felt the black-furred tom's paw wallop the back of his head. "Get a grip of yourself," the long-legged medicine cat coughed with his vibrant green eyes sharper than those of a hawk's, though there was that perpetually good-natured look to him that never seemed to fade. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
A weak smile framed his own dispassionate features as he observed the older tom's intelligent, green eyes flash with unimaginable worry. He wanted to be mad at his mentor for a myriad of reasons - first and foremost for searching for him of all cats - but the very look in his eyes diminished his resolve. "I'm fine," Mallowpaw rasped before he turned his head to the rest of the camp. "You should find the others, Ebonybird."
"I'm not leaving you here," he scoffed before deftly picking him up, then continuing with a muffled slur: "We're finding them and getting out of here together." Despite the imperturbable calm that his mentor displayed, their strong rapport left little room for falsehood; he could tell that Ebonybird was anything but all right. He was doing well to mask it behind his usual demeanor, but if there was one thing Mallowpaw was known for, it was for his unnervingly keen observation.
Ebonybird... well, his mentor was always so mischievous, so crafty, and yet, understanding of his frustrations. He was especially patient, contrary to the initial impression he'd left in the very beginning. Of course, it didn't mean he'd eased up on those little smirks of his, but he'd always been the reliable sort, persistently and good-naturedly encouraging him to escape his confined shell.
It was what had made him admire the role of a medicine cat in the first place, what had truly motivated him to contribute to the clan despite his perennial handicap. And he'd always discreetly enjoyed the bickers and banters Quailfeather and Ebonybird got caught up in so often, despite how he'd always complained about how loud and childish they appeared to be during those times. Now, he would do anything to go back and listen to their quips with the sun placidly rising over their heads and the serene camp springing to life.
He briefly spotted his bent legs drag against the floor as his mentor steered them away from their den, though, soon enough, he felt the corners of his vision blur so vigorously and vehemently, eventually engulfing his vision whole. He found that it was strenuous to intake a breath with his withered lungs, and he could feel his consciousness slipping away, past the firm and reassuring grasp of his mentor and somewhere far into the distance.
Perhaps he was simply feeling a little drowsy. It sure felt like it.
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Grief held his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He wasn't entirely certain of his surroundings anymore, about the environment that offered nothing but suffocating heat. He felt as if he'd been swept in darkness, aimlessly floating on a black sea - at least, that had been him when he'd initially broken free from the deathly veil that had overcome the camp with the motionless body of his apprentice still clamped in his jaws. His silent, stoic sorrow had taken the form of an empty void in his green orbs. Now, four days after the fire's continuous and merciless reign, he looked marginally better, but it wasn't saying much; exteriorly, he sustained a look of jaded composure. Internally, he was utterly broken with guilt. But it wasn't just him who'd lost someone he'd loved - the remnants of their clan had, too. Stonepaw, Lionstep, Cherrywhisper... And Bluestar. "If we go to the twoleg-place, we'll find food and potential shelter. It is dangerous and scary, but we have little choice." Even with all they'd experienced, the delicate, dark blue-grey tom was still protecting them with his stable calm. He had very little right to complain or act in a way that would bring their leader down, ergo what was left of their family. Despite the heavy weariness that clung to him, he was determined to do anything in his power to aid each and every one of them. It was what Mallowpaw and Quailfeather would have wanted him to do, too. Thinking of the two toms - Mallowpaw with his reserved yet kind gaze and Quailfeather with his invitingly boisterous attitude - elicited a sharp pang of grief within Ebonybird, though he closed his sore eyes and slowly but surely allowed their image to fade. They were his treasure, and he greatly cherished the relationship they’d shared. It went for the other cats here, too, however. Every connection he established with his clanmates remained significant and inestimable beyond everything else he could conjure. It was simply irreplaceable. "We may need to stop soon, Bluestar!" He heard the fierce ginger tom speak, who stood behind all of them. At the moment, the warrior reminded him of a pillar, and he was grateful for the steady support Lionstep provided. "At least, just for a quick hunt to keep our energy up." After his gaze traveled up to the boundless sky, it returned linear to the forest, where the burning trees crackled and the wind carried an undesirable amount of ash. With a shake of his head, he glanced over his shoulder, where he could see the other tom. "We should keep going for now," he said, albeit not unkindly. "The two-leg place isn't far, and we can hunt once we arrive. We shouldn't linger around here." The malodorous scent of monsters was staggering, and uneasiness coursed through his veins when he sensed that there were perhaps even more of them in the forest. All in all, the final decision depended on Bluestar. Ebonybird had never been one to question the tom's judgement, and he wasn't about to start now. In any case, trust aside, he hoped he would be able to examine the others soon. Although his eyes stung, he was highly alert for the sight of any herbs that would be able to moderately alleviate their current condition. "Wherever we do come to stop," he said lowly, quietly, as he gingerly walked over to stand near their leader, though he was careful to keep a respectful distance from the other tom. Personal space was most likely something that every cat could use right now. "I'd like to check everyone, including you, Bluestar." He offered the smallest hint of a smile - a fragment of his expression before the fire had taken over their lives. "Can't have our leader collapsing, after all."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 12:11:56 GMT -5
ill put up a bluestar response when i'm on my laptop!
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 12, 2018 13:15:11 GMT -5
sounds great! hopefully the response i wrote was okay ^^"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 13:20:14 GMT -5
it was very nice ^^ well-written, i liked it!
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 12, 2018 13:29:43 GMT -5
that means a lot. thank you sm. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 15:05:59 GMT -5
Crows flying overhead was not a good sign; he had no doubt that their goal were the dead bodies that had survived. It sent a shiver down Bluestar's spine, but he was quick to dismiss it in favour of listening to his Clanmates. Though Lionstep was valid in his statement, there was no way that they would find any sort of prey this close to the fire. He shook his head slowly and flicked his gaze to Cherrywhisper. Though the loss had been great, they had all lost something. To lose kits sounded like a devastating affair - but so did being the sole surviving apprentice, so did being the mentor of an apprentice so close to earning something before being killed, so was losing a sibling.
They all felt pain in various ways. He found himself thinking of Whitefox - but now was not the time to mourn. Though the others were free to do exactly that, he had to be something to look up to, a light at the end of the tunnel. He could only hope that he was doing a good enough job. Once they were safe, he could mourn - but only then.
Nobody knows you died, he found his gaze seeking out Ebonybird, before he glanced away again. It is best to keep it that way.
Secrets were what tore Clans apart, but he didn't need anyone to worry about him. He needed their focus on each-other, on supporting and helping one another in their time of need. He studied Stonepaw briefly before he looked away. Poor kit, he thought, resting back on his hindquarters for a moment. It was, as most of his movements were, a rabbit-like motion; front paws bouncing up from the ground as he tried to see further into the distance. The twoleg nests were not too far, and he had heard that rats and mice both lived there. He wanted the mice, but he doubted that the remains of WisteriaClan were picky.
Though he was sure that Ebonybird was weighted by the loss of Mallowpaw and Quailfeather, he was supportive - and it fuelled Bluestar. He nodded firmly and looked towards the horizon again.
"There won't be any prey nearby, anyway. Smoke travels, and they're smaller than us," his brother, dying by his side - the feeling of his chest tightening and his heart stopping. He flicked an ear. "I have no doubt that the prey will have fled closer to twoleg borders, for food and shelter and to escape the blaze. We would be wise to follow them."
And, like that, he began to move. His signature hop was something he had long adapted to; he had been Bluerabbit for a reason, after all. The way he copied their movement in slower motions - and then the way he mimicked their run. When he'd been younger, others had expected it to be a liability, for him to become a Medicine Cat, out of the way and safe. Now, he was a Leader; but to barely anything. Absently, the young tom glanced to the sky. StarClan, he thought to himself, if you're watching us, please give us safe passage. I do not want my Clan to suffer more than they already have.
When the Medicine Cat approached him, Bluestar tilted his head to look at him. He opened his mouth momentarily to object to being seen over - but he eventually gave a low sigh and nodded. It was the logical thing to do.
"Check over them, first," he said softly. "I have nine lives, I can handle if something goes wrong. They have one. We are a fragile few, and if you think anyone needs special treatment or to stay rested for longer periods of time, we can adjust our travel according to them."
He didn't want to be checked over, but he knew it was just a procedure.
Whitefox flicked through his mind again. The quiet moments they'd shared as apprentices, or the times they'd laughed and chirped about their training. Then, his mind wandered to Wolfdapple. She had been a loyal Deputy with nothing but hope in her future, and all it had taken to silence her was a flaming log. She had been dead within seconds, not even a yowl signalling it. He'd only found out she was dead through the only remains of her; a single, singed leg. It had been a gruesome discovery, but many other bodies had been identified similarly. And if they hadn't been burned, they were found just outside the fire zone, dead from smoke inhalation.
Brutal. That was the only way to describe it. Even now, the smell of burning fur tinged his senses, made it harder to detect if anything was nearby. He shook his head a little and continued onward, ears perked forward. They would survive. He had faith in his little Clan.
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Post by ravenbreeze on Feb 12, 2018 19:09:13 GMT -5
(Hey, I'm not gonna be able to be as active so I'm unfortunately going to delete my character from this rp. Sorry for the inconvenience!)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 19:10:36 GMT -5
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 12, 2018 22:20:56 GMT -5
The bird flying overhead reminded Kestrelflight of her own hunger. She had managed to catch a stray mouse the day before, but that wouldn't be enough to sustain her for long. Especially if she planned on going on the long journey to reunite with her clan. But it was only the start of the day, and she figured she'd have time to hunt later on. Plus, with the fire nearby, prey would have fled to neighbouring areas, meaning there would be an influx of critters taking refuge in the twoleg-place.
She was relieved when Khepri didn't react to her change in position; she must have been right to assume that he was no threat. Like him, she was more curious than aggressive towards the other, particularly because she still didn't know where he had come from. But for now, she was content with where the conversation was going, glad to see that he seemed to be quite well-informed. She nodded along with his words, wanting to know more about these 'cats of old', though she wasn't sure how much he knew about them himself. "Leaders have the second part of their name as '-star'. So if I was a leader, I'd be Kestrelstar." The name sent somewhat of a thrill through her system, thinking about if she'd ever become leader. Of course, she never would be if she couldn't get back to her clan.
"Warriors both hunt and fight for the clan. I've heard of groups of cats that separate their ranks - tribes, I think they may call themselves - but we've always trained apprentices to learn both. It seems odd to narrow it down, though I suppose some cats are more suited to one than the other. But I think it's important that everyone is able to protect themselves, and similarly, that everyone is able to contribute towards hunting for the clan," she replied, rambling slightly at the end. All this talk of her clan was making her long to be back with them, as interesting as this conversation was. But she still didn't know where to start, or which direction to head. So for now, she had to be content in staying put.
"I don't mean to be rude but... what type of big cat are you? I haven't exactly encountered any before," she said more cautiously, not wanting to offend him, but her curiosity finally getting the better of her.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 14, 2018 9:50:19 GMT -5
hey guys, should i get a response up for ebonybird? just thought i'd ask in case anyone else would like to post a response for bluestar/the clan first ^^"
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Post by whispering on Feb 16, 2018 19:44:38 GMT -5
hello hello <3 i'm finally here to say i'm here, or post a starter, if everyone is still interested/active in this
but, sorry i have not been here. things have been pretty hectic with school and work.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 20:36:25 GMT -5
hallo, i'm just waiting for replies and such ^^
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Post by mochamug on Feb 16, 2018 20:40:14 GMT -5
i do stuff
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