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owlart18 · 1 year

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Clangen warriors of Rippleclan, featuring one of my favourite bloodlines

Speedpaint

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Character lore below:

Stagwish and Mossybee were one of my og favourite couples and had many kits together including Dampfire. Her first littler with Mossybee included Tallwhisker, Dunepaw and Dampfire. The former two unfortunately didn’t survive long. Her second litter was a sole kit named Toadwillow, who also died young. Stagwish was as bloodthirsty as she was beautiful, climbing her way through the ranks with her fantastic hunting skills, serving as deputy under Turtlestar, the leader who maimed Stagwish, causing her to lose a leg. Mossybee never took another official mate after Stagwish’s death though she did mother more kits. She also served as deputy under Flickerstar for a time before joining her old mate in starclan.

Dampfire was the only Stag x Mossy kit to have children of her own and the only kit to reach the age of elder. Dampfire was a fierce medicine cat and a great teacher to several apprentices. Dampfire had a bit of an on again off again relationship with Flightfoot but they loved each other deeply and had a large family together, including Acornflame and Longnight. While Dampfire was a medicine cat, she was also always willing to defend the territory and especially the clans kits from intruders, earning her many scars. Deputyship appears to run in the family as eldest Acornflame served during their life time, chosen for their ambition and strong connection to starclan. They also has plenty of scars to show, for a rat and a incident by the river. Longnight was on the younger side of Dampfire’s kits, she had a short life but was wise and shared that connection to starclan that their sibling had, she probably would have been made leader if she’d had the chance, her natural wisdom making up for lack of experience. Damp x Flight’s other kits were called: Tigerspeckle (the only one still alive in the currant era), Bleaknose, Springtail, Bristlekit, Fringeburr, Nectarfur, Egretspeckle and Flyspots. After Acornflame’s passing, Flightfoot too served as deputy for a time.

Acornflame’s mate isn’t known, but they parented Volebird, among others. Volebird is the currant deputy of Rippleclan serving under Flickerstar, who’s days are numbered in their old age. She is very smart but still has a playful spirit. She’s faced many hardships in her life, losing part of her ear to a twoleg trap and having been bitten by a snake. She also has taken many mates in her 103 moons, hoping for kits after the passing of her mate Bagderswipe and their two kits, Mintpaw and Fuzzyhare. Every mate after that died in tragic accidents, until Harerunner, whom she finally had a second litter with, Shrewfur. Shrewfur is the light of Volebird’s life. The young cat has a bit of a vengeful streak and is very persuasive but the scar she received protecting some young kits shows that she has a good heart inside.

In the present day, Shrewfur has taken Oakbird as her mate and I can only hope they life a long and happy life together, hopefully with some beautiful kits on the way

#clangen #warriors #warrior cats #my art #oc #ocs #rippleclan #speedpaint #Stagwish #mossybee #dampfire #Flightfoot #Acornflame #Longnight #Volebird #Shrewfur

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clangen-mishaps · 10 months

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Year one End.

At least we have only had one death, and I almost forgot about zoe.

He is living the comfy kitty pet life. You go, Zoe.

The clan at the start compared to now. Our growth is...not great. But i'm hopeful!

#rippleclan #fluffypaw #fumblestar #asterwhisker #carredroot #reedfeather #caroninenewt #blueheart #blazefreckle #cardboard #shadowberry #strikepelt #razz plays clangen #clangen #clan generator

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llamas1 · 11 months

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Rippleclan Founders!

I drew all my founders in Clangen, I didn't notice I only picked 3 adult cats until I started drawing them lmao

#warrior cats #clangen #rippleclan #art #oc art #my oc art #wc #llamasarttag

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jayclan · 3 months

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Allegiances

Jayclan

Leader: Comfreystar: Long furred dark brown and white smoke she-cat

Deputy: Cloveskip: Unusually spotted pale and white tom

Medicine cat: Lightflare: Masked cream tabby and white she-cat

Warriors

Skywing: Black and white tabby tom

Hawkshard: Black tabby she-cat

Queens

Cresteddream: Neatly furred, dark brown ticked she-cat(currently taking care of Flamekit and Bristlekit)

Kits

Flamekit: Dorsal-striped ginger tom

Bristlekit: Speckled pale she-cat(Blizzardshriek’s daughter; Comfreystar’s neice)

Flowerclan

Leader: Cherrystar: Very small tortoiseshell she-cat

Deputy: Sparrowdrop: Handsome smoky black tom with dark orange eyes

Medicine cat: Featherscar: Small back she-cat with a snaggletooth(Sparrowdrop’s sister)

Rippleclan

Leader: Graystar: Short, mottled black and gray tom with a stubby tail

Deputy: Driftsong: Light brown she-cat with a lovely dapple coat

Medicine cat: Mudsplash: White tom with brown splotches

Apprentice: Blizzardpaw

Pebbleclan

Leader: Lightningstar: Scrawny, long-legged, ginger tom with white paws(Poppyshade’s mate, father to Flamepaw and Nightpaw)

Deputy: Poppyshade: Mostly white, tortoiseshell she-cat with a twisted paw(Lightningstar’s mate; mother to Flamepaw and Nightpaw)

Apprentice: Ashpaw

Medicine cat: Thin, light brown tom with a sliced ear

Apprentice: Flamepaw

Cats and others outside the clan

Sweetie: Cream coated she-cat with pale brown spots

Berry: Cream coated tom with distinctive brown spots

Mona: Plump, grumpy black she-cat

Whiskers: Smaller black she-cat

Wooly: Plump white female sheep

Icykestrel: Long furred silver smoke and white she-cat(formerly of Flowerclan)

Dark Forest

Pebblestar: Dark gray and lighter gray tom with sharp claws

Heatherchase: Pale gray smoky she-cat with a skull covering her face

Maggotthroat: White tom that is falling apart

Badgerclaw: Long haired black and white she-cat

Cinderjaw: Mottled black she-cat with no jaw

Tigersnout: Ginger tom with black stripes

Dappleburr: Tortoiseshell tom with scars

Snowsprout: White she-cat with dried herbs stuck to her fur

#clangen #warrior cat ocs #Allegiances #Jayclan #Flowerclan #Rippleclan #Pebbleclan #others

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randomgenerated-warriorcat-daily · 1 year

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Owlfang is a brindled apricot she-cat with short fur. They are a warrior of Rippleclan and are 105 moons old. They have bright golden eyes, a stripe of cream fur down the middle of their back and a short muzzle. They are adventurous and stubborn and can most often be found gossiping.

#apricot #she-cat #warrior #rippleclan #bright golden eyes #golden eyes #warrior cats #warrior cat generator

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catgirlkirigiri · 1 year

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would you mind explaining beamstar and oddstrike's story bc they seem so interesting....

YES I WOULD LOVE TO this is gonna get so long I’m sorry <3 I’m putting it under a read more for the sake of everyone’s dashboards

So. RippleClan started out very normal, 10 founders a fair amount of warriors it was going fine. That is until Ripplestar died 6 moons into the Clan’s existence - just in time for their apprentice Beampaw to get her warrior name, Beamstep (after Ripplestar’s warrior name, Ripplestep). Sparkstar, the second leader, didn’t last too long either, dying only 9 moons later. Leestar, the next leader, only lasted 4. By that point Beamstep was one of I believe three remaining founders, along with the founding medic who would die a moon later and one other remaining warrior. Beamstar then became the Clan’s fourth leader.

Within 30 moons of RippleClan’s existence, Beamstar could only watch as her Clanmates slowly died off, in the end leaving only her and Oddstrike, the child of a loner who’d joined with their father and brother. Beamstar and Oddstrike had never really gotten along, but being the only cats remaining in the Clan, attempted to set aside their differences to keep RippleClan alive. Oddstrike’s death loop began few moons into this bitter era of the Clan.

The first time Oddstrike would experience a loop was after Beamstar died, leaving them alone to become the leader and sole survivor of RippleClan. In the following moon, they were taken out by enemy Clans until they finally died for good… only to wake up alive again, the day Beamstar had died. This was the only loop in which Oddstrike was taken back further than the morning of their death. (From a gameplay perspective I was just resetting so the Clan wasn’t toast - some friends I told about this as it happened thought the death loop approach would be funny, so it became canon.) Over the course of RippleClan’s empty moons and slow repopulation, Oddstrike died a total of 59 times before finally breaking the loop when they died peacefully of old age at 193 moons. But now we’re getting ahead of ourselves!

After nearly 20 moons of bickering, including a divorce or two, Beamstar and Oddstrike welcomed their first litter of kits: Poppykit, Cloverkit, and Pouncekit. There was a war declared a bit after these three were born but it’s fine don’t even worry about a Clan declaring war on a divorced couple and their infant children. Beamstar and Oddstrike broke up practically every third moon, but always ended up getting back together. (Their hate and romantic love for each other are both maxed out.) This first trio of kits became Poppyeyes, the new medic, Cloverpad, and Pouncepetal. Just a few moons after they earned their full names, their younger siblings were born - Wheatkit, Antlerkit, and Rosekit, soon to be Wheatfur, Antlertuft, and Roseacorn. These would be the only kits the pair had together, and no, having children did Not help the divorce cycle.

Between those litters, the first of many outsiders joined: Stumpywhisker, the retired young adult leader of the Clan that RippleClan went to war with. Stumpywhisker would eventually become Cloverpad’s mate, and they wound up having 15 kits but this isn’t about them <3 most of what happened in the coming moons began to revolve more around the oddbeam kits than the divorced guys themselves as RippleClan regrew, with more outsiders joining, allowing the Clan to prosper as the younger cats fell in love and invited loners and kittypets alike to stay. Oddstrike did of course continue their horrible death loop, dying for their Clanmates several times (namely their grandkits Ravenfall and Hornetstrike, whom they died for multiple times each) and the divorce cycle raged on. Beamstar and Oddstrike often hated even the thought of each other, thinking about how they wouldn’t miss the other when they died, yet they couldn’t keep themselves away from the only love they’d ever had.

Somewhere along the line that I don’t exactly remember the timing of, Wheatfur and Antlertuft both died, the whole Clan grieving the cats that to most were a brother, an uncle, or a son. Oddstrike also lost their left leg to a snare and their tail to a dog. (Poppyeyes held funerals for his dad’s amputated limbs which I found very sweet.) Oddstrike remained Beamstar’s deputy for nearly her whole leadership, though they finally retired a couple moons before the end of the dark era the pair led RippleClan out of, leaving the role to their daughter Cloverpad.

After over 100 moons that felt like an eternity (probably because Oddstrike kept dying and making me reset lmao) Beamstar’s lives dwindled, and she finally died of old age surrounded by the Clan she’d worked so hard to save. Beamstar spent 125 of the 164 moons she lived as leader, and probably half of those were spent divorcing Oddstrike, who outlived her by 44 moons. I’d like to think they’re still getting married and divorced all the time up in StarClan now.

But yeah that’s basically it! A beautiful toxic cycle of marriage and divorce in the midst of a dying Clan they were both so desperate to bring back from the brink of extinction. It’s been 300 moons in RippleClan since Beamstar died, and while they’re still a pretty small Clan, they continue to stay alive. The current leader is Beamstar and Oddstrike’s great granddaughter.

#zoracontent #answers #anon #clangen: rippleclan #oddstrike #beamstar

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jade-island-lives · 8 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Warriors - Erin Hunter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Grassstar, Aphidcrest, Newtshard, Ridgepaw, Thriftriver, Mantiskit, Sorrelglare, Hazelegg, Gravelcurrent, River, pear - Character, Smoky, Heather, Jumble, Hill - Character, Sleek, Hazel Additional Tags: Fangame: Clangen Clan Generator (Warriors), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Animal Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Found Family, Eventual Romance, Action/Adventure, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change Summary:

Many moons ago, a clan of cats lived by a lake. Then, Twolegs came and destroyed their home, leaving them to die. They were lost and forgotten to the ages.

Until a kittypet, River, and his sister, Pear, receive visions of the lost clan. Soon enough, they are tasked with reviving the lost clan. RippleClan.

This is the Rebirth of RippleClan

#warrior cats #clangen #clan generator #fanfiction #rippleclan’s rebirth

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rippleclan · 27 days

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RippleClan: Moon 35

Shadowdrop made Carnationspeckle laugh again and again.

[Image ID: Shadowdrop talks with Carnationspeckle. Rattlepelt watches from afar. Under Rattlepelt, it says LEVEL UP! PREY CLEANER -> LEATHER ARTIST.

(Rattlepelt: 18, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Shadowdrop: 27, male, codekeeper, sneaky, eloquent speaker, good teacher)

(Carnationspeckle: 37, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

Downstar calls for a Clan meeting and declares Mousepaw to be a codekeeper. She is now called Mousesong.

[Image ID: Mousepaw, now Mousesong, faces Rattlepelt. Mousesong says “Thanks, I suppose.” Under Mousesong, it says LEVEL UP! MOUSEPAW -> MOUSESONG, ODDLY OBSERVANT -> KEEN EYE.)

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Rattlepelt wanted to start a new tradition in the warrior’s den. Rabbitjoy was all for helping her collect the needed materials, so all the pair had to do was wake up early and prepare. It gave Rattlepelt something else to think about other than Shadowdrop.

It wasn’t that Rattlepelt disliked him. He was a fine codekeeper and helped Rattlepelt improve some recipes on occasion. But he was not the right fit for Carnationspeckle. Carnationspeckle was selfless, kind, talented, and understanding. Shadowdrop simply wasn’t. Carnationspeckle assured Rattlepelt that she was just friends with Shadowdrop, and while Rattlepelt believed her mother, she didn’t think Shadowdrop felt the same. That, combined with her sister’s codekeeper ceremony the night before, made it hard for Rattlepelt to sleep. So, she worked.

“I don’t think she’ll like it,” Rabbitjoy muttered as dawn rose. The brown molly plucked down from between her claws. She and Rattlepelt sat outside the warrior’s den. Their Clanmates walked around them

“We might as well see,” Rattlepelt sighed just as the newly named Mousesong entered camp. The name did not fit the way the white molly held her head high and walked through camp without a glance at anyone else. Rattlepelt swallowed hard as Mousesong trudged to the warrior’s den.

“Mousesong!” Rattlepelt called as the newly named codekeeper approached. “Congratulations on your ceremony.”

“Thanks,” Mousesong muttered. “Where can I sleep?”

“That’s what we wanted to show you,” Rabbitjoy explained. She slipped behind Rattlepelt and into the den. She stopped beside Mousesong’s new nest. There was an odd, furry lump sitting in the nest. It was made of mouse pelts, held together with twine. Mousesong pawed the bundle and it squished under the pressure. It fluffed back up when she moved her paw.

“What is this?” Mousesong asked.

“Something we invented,” Rattlepelt chirped. “I tanned some mouse leather and Rabbitjoy tied them together. We stuffed down and moss in between the two. You can lay your head on it, and it’s like resting on someone’s side. I picked mouse pelts since I know you like mice.” Mousesong crawled into her new nest and slowly put her head on the fluff-ball. “I’m hoping we can make little gifts like these for new graduates in the future.”

“Why?” Mousesong huffed, lifting her head.

“Because it shows that we appreciate everything you’ve done,” Rattlepelt insisted. Mousesong eyed both Rattlepelt and Rabbitjoy. Rabbitjoy squirmed under Mousesong’s cold eyes, but Rattlepelt stood firm.

“Thanks, I suppose,” Mousesong muttered. “You didn’t have to do that. Either of you.” She laid back down and said, “I’ll catch something good for you both after I sleep.”

“That’s a promise,” Rattlepelt chirped. “We’ll let you rest. Sweet dreams, Mousesong!” Mousesong stared at her the whole way out of the warrior’s den. Rabbitjoy glanced back a dozen times as she and Rattlepelt made their way to the “artisan’s corner” of camp, where they had their tanning rack and other crafting tools set up.

“I can’t tell if she liked the fluff-ball,” Rabbitjoy sighed. “I’m impressed she didn’t rip into you.”

“She cares, even if she doesn’t admit it,” Rattlepelt said. “I know she does. It scares her, that’s all.”

“You show her more grace than I can,” Rabbitjoy said, shaking her head with a soft chuckle.

“She’s my sister,” Rattlepelt huffed. “Of course I do.”

(Rattlepelt: 18, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Rabbitjoy: 72, female, artisan, charismatic, master weaver)

(Mousesong: 12, female, codekeeper, loyal, keen eye)

Palekit found a hole in the rocks and, curious as all kits are, stuck her paw inside. The whole camp comes running when she screeches in pain. It seems a snake was living in that hole.

[Image ID: Weedfoot, Fennelspot, and Scrubmask run toward Palekit, who is screaming “Momma!” Under Palekit, it says + NEW SKILL: PICKY NEST BUILDER. + CONDITION: SNAKE BITE,]

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Palekit’s scream stirred a sleeping fear in Weedfoot that she thought had long since faded.

She had been sharing stew with Fennelspot and Scrubmask, admiring the petals the former now kept tucked into his white patch. Clammask was on nursery duty, and Weedfoot could hear her children’s giggles from the other side of camp. There shouldn’t have been a reason to be on edge. And yet, as Weedfoot dipped her muzzle into the bowl for another sip of soup, a kitten’s wail pierced the peace hovering over camp.

Weedfoot was running before she even processed what she saw. Palekit, whose eyes were shifting to match her father and whose strong legs had been the first of her litter to walk, now cradled one leg close as a slick black snake stuck its head out of a hole in the rocks.

“Momma!” Palekit wept. Fear-scent flooded her tiny body as she stared at the snake. Even with Weedfoot’s head start, Fennelspot was faster. He snatched Palekit by the scruff and dragged her away from the snake. Carnationspeckle had been sharing tongues with Downstar and bolted out of the leader’s den at the little kit’s cry. The young caretaker spotted the snake and pounced. Her fangs sunk into the snake’s neck. She shook the snake wildly and flung it over the rocks and out of camp.

“Palekit, when did you leave the den?” Clammask hurried out of the nursery. Weedfoot’s four other children lingered behind her. Poor Weedfoot’s attention was solely focused on her oldest daughter, who shook as she wailed.

“Momma’s here, Palekit,” Weedfoot cooed as Fennelspot examined the bite on Palekit’s leg.

“What do you need?” Downstar barked, already running for the medicine den.

“It’s not venomous!” Fennelspot yowled, waving Downstar off. “The bite is not venomous.”

“How do you know?” Scrubmask asked as the rest of RippleClan gathered around Fennelspot and Weedfoot.

“Do you see how the bite wound forms an arch?” Fennelspot explained as Weedfoot groomed Palekit’s head. “That means the snake does not have venom. I believe it was a black ratsnake. They can hurt, but they aren’t deadly.”

“Is she okay?” Downstar huffed, glaring at Fennelspot with more fire in her eyes than Weedfoot had seen in moons.

“She will be,” Fennelspot promised. “We just need to clean the bite and make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“I want my dad,” Palekit cried, burying her little face in her mother’s fur.

“Has anyone seen James today?” Scrubmask called to the crowd.

“He took a walk with Parsley and Rustshade,” Carnationspeckle said, spitting snake blood out of her mouth. “I can find them.”

“Go,” Downstar huffed, nodding. Carnationspeckle looped around the crowd and jogged out of camp.

“I don’t like this,” Palekit moaned.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Weedfoot promised, picking Palekit up by the scruff. As she did so, her head swam. She steadied her paws and shoved the dizziness back. She may have still been weak from the difficult birth, but stars-damn it, she was going to carry her daughter to the medicine den.

[Image ID: Waspkit, Lavenderkit, Ripplekit, and Puddlekit hog the screen. Under Ripplekit, it says + NEW SKILLS: AVID PLAY-FIGHTER, SPLASHES IN PUDDLES. Under Puddlekit, it says + NEW SKILL: MORBID CURIOSITY. Under Lavenderkit, it says + NEW SKILL: LOVES TO SING. Under Waspkit, it says + NEW SKILL: INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY.]

As Weedfoot and Fennelspot brought Palekit into the medicine den, four pairs of blue-tinted eyes watched them from the nursery. Clammask stood in front of them with her tail running over each of their little backs.

“Did any of you notice Palekit leave the nursery?” Clammask sighed, turning back to the kits.

“She was playing with Puddlekit,” Waspkit immediately said, pointing his tail at his younger brother.

“I didn’t think we had to stay in the nursery,” Puddlekit whined. Without his white blaze and deep blue eyes, he would look just like his injured sister, albeit a bit more pathetic (in Waspkit’s eyes at least).

“Puddlekit is in trouble,” Lavenderkit sang, trotting around Puddlekit. “Puddlekit is in trouble!”

“No he isn’t!” Ripplekit whined, smacking her white-splashed brother’s flank. “It’s no one’s fault!”

“Ripplekit is right,” Clammask added. “This was a bad accident. The snake could have bitten anyone. If anything, I’m to blame for not keeping an eye on your sister.”

“Clammask is in trouble, Clammask is in trouble,” Lavenderkit sang, throwing himself on Clammask’s leg.

“I’m going to sit outside,” Clammask sighed, gently shoving Lavenderkit off. “Keep yourselves entertained, you four.” She stepped off the leather floor and onto the warm sand. She laid across the entrance, trapping the four remaining kits inside the nursery.

“Listen!” Waspkit yowled. He waved his tail wildly to catch his littermates’ attention. “Palekit’s hurt! No more getting hurt, everyone.”

“I promise,” Puddlekit said quietly.

“I’ll do what I want!” Lavenderkit huffed. He launched himself on his front paws, but his headstand attempt proved futile. He tumbled forward and his flank landed right in Waspkit’s face. Waspkit growled and launched into a full assault on his brother. Ripplekit squealed and joined the fight. Puddlekit watched from the sidelines.

Unbeknownst to any of the small kits, their laughter warmed the frigid air suffocating the camp.

(Weedfoot: 84, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Fennelspot: 92, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

(Scrubmask: 52, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Palekit: 1, female, kit, impulsive, picky nest builder)

(Carnationspeckle: 37, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Clammask: 29, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Downstar: 93, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Waspkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, interested in clan history)

(Puddlekit: 1, male, kit, polite, morbid curiosity)

(Lavenderkit: 1, male, kit, noisy, likes to sing)

(Ripplekit: 1, female, kit, know-it-all, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

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