So this is where it picks up. Promise~
Also, Merry Christmas to everyone! Hope you had as good of one as I did! :D:D
violinlover71898 - Heeeey, new reviewer. Thanks for liking my story! -blushes- Make sure you read the other two first, though! Otherwise, you probably won't understand what's going on! Yeah, I didn't care forr Hazeltail either, but WindxAmber...-huggles-
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icethroat21 - I LOVE angst. I try to add a whole bunch of it, but not so much this time. Yet. :D:D
Lightkit - YES! We didn't get around to Wii-ing, but we did play FF8 and look at Squall and all of his awesomeness. XD I don't usually care for FF games, but this one was pretty epic. :P
WildCroconaw - Heeheehee, it would appear so, yes? As for the rest...you'll hafta wait and seeeeeee~
GinnyStar - Thankies, thankies! :D:D
Amazingly Awesome Person - XD That explanation made me lol. Um, erm, no, but you are kinda close. There aren't any vampire kittehs in this story, though. :D:D
Onto the story!
Redpaw sighed as he sat in front of his mentor, ears tilted forward in an attempt to keep himself awake. "Yes," he answered, nodding his head.
Berrynose's tail flipped behind him, just the tip twitching to show his annoyance. "Redpaw," he started slowly. "I asked what would be the best way to catch a thrush."
Blinking, Redpaw stuttered, "I know that! I was saying, 'Yes, I can tell you how.'"
Eyes narrowed now, Berrynose sighed tightly. "Please pay attention. This is kind of important. You know, feeding the Clan?" When he just got a blank stare in return, he got to his paws, flicking his tail for Redpaw to do the same. "What's gotten into you?" he demanded, leading the way into the forest. "Maybe some real hunting will wake you up."
"Lionstar had me on that patrol from moonhigh to dawn," Redpaw complained, yawning. "My paws are about to drop off."
Lionstar had been running extra patrols since Hazeltail had been found dead on her own territory. Now, even three-quarters of a moon later, the image of the lifeless she-cat still haunted the Clan, and Lionstar wanted to do anything and everything in his power to make sure it didn't happen again.
"Oakdapple was on that patrol, too, and she's not being useless today," Berrynose said disparagingly.
Yeah, well she gets to sleep in today, Redpaw added silently, ears flat along his head. "Sorry."
The ground felt frozen solid under his paws as they trotted towards the ShadowClan border, the weak sunlight filtering down through the bare branches of the trees above, barely warming Redpaw's cold pelt. His breath billowed in front of him, hanging for a heartbeat as a puff of fog before dissipating. He shivered, wishing—not for the first time—that he had the thick pelt his sisters got from Cinderheart: With such a thin pelt, the wind probed all the way down to his skin.
"Pay attention now." Berrynose halted and gestured with his nose to the bank of the stream that separated ThunderClan territory from ShadowClan's. Dark water churned down the protruding stones, creating current and eddies that swirled with flakes of new-fallen snow. "With the river unfrozen, water voles will be around. They like to nibble around the stems of grasses usually, but with this weather, they'll be closer to the water for littler prey."
"Okay." Redpaw couldn't think of anything he'd rather not do than go down and scrabble around in the cold mud for stupid voles. Steeling himself, he padded down to the bank of the stream and stood over a little ledge, looking down into the water. The previous night was caught up with him, making his head fuzzy. He yawned again, blinking slowly as he searched blandly for prey.
"Look harder," Berrynose called, his voice cautiously soft in case there was any trace of prey.
"Yeah, yeah," Redpaw grumbled, sighing heavily.
A sudden snuffling sound alerted Redpaw. He whirled around, seeing a flicker of motion by a choked clump of weeds.
The smell of water vole made his stomach growl painfully. Prey had been short in coming in the past few days as the deeper frost set in, coating the ground in a layer of thick snow. Every cat in the Clan was hungry now, sometimes going all day on just a mouthful of stringy mouse meat. Honeyfern wasn't getting enough to eat herself to feed her kits properly, and Faintkit and Harekit were starting to look like the merest wind would blow them over.
Well, when I catch this, they can have some fresh meat, Redpaw thought as he leaned into a hunting crouch and crept forward, lifting each paw separately. He paced forward smoothly, the vole not even noticing him until he was nearly on top of it.
"Redpaw! Look out!" Berrynose yowl split the air behind him, nearly making him leap out of his fur. The vole slipped out from between Redpaw's extended claws and down a hole.
Redpaw wheeled around, his teeth bared to snap at his mentor.
A fox stood just behind him, its eyes bright as it stared at him, saliva dripping from its bared teeth. A growl rumbled from its chest.
Redpaw's mouth was dry, and he just stood there, seeing Berrynose up in a tree, gesturing furiously with his tail for Redpaw to leap up beside him.
With a ferocious bark, the fox lunged forward, its teeth clicking shut barely a kittenstep from Redpaw's ear. Fur fluffed out with terror, Redpaw yowled, sidestepping sideways as the fox crashed after him, its teeth gleaming in the half-light.
Remembering his training, Redpaw turned to face it, claws unsheathed. He lashed out and caught the fox across the muzzle, raking through its lip and sending a cascade of red drops of blood. Spitting, he leaped sideways as the fox snapped again, this time catching Redpaw's shoulder, biting deep into his shoulder.
Redpaw screeched in agony, writhing as the fox's teeth sank even farther into the muscle, causing blood to stream down his tabby pelt.
"Redpaw!" Berrynose landed on the ground with a huff, nearly losing his balance from his lack of a tail. He dodged underneath the fox's legs and raked his claws down its throat, fastening his teeth in the dingy white fur of its neck and dangling there like a mouse in a hawk's claws. "Let go of him!" he snarled through his mouthful of fur.
The fox shook off the cream-colored warrior easily, kicking out with a back paw and catching him in the chest, knocking the air out of him. Berrynose wheezed on the ground, curled into a ball of pain.
The fox simply turned and walked away up the stream, padding along at a pace that a cat would have a hard time keeping up with.
Redpaw's shoulder was screaming in agony where the fox's teeth pierced it. I'm going to die, he thought, closing his eyes tightly shut. It's going to take me back to its nest and eat me like a mouse. I'm never going to be a warrior!
"Let me go!" Redpaw hissed up at the fox, clawing at it with his uninjured front paw. His paw waved in the air uselessly, too short to reach.
The fox just ignored him, shaking its head slightly.
Twisting his head up, Redpaw saw that Berrynose had injured its ear, causing a deep split that glistened with dark blood. The fox shook its head again, sending a spatter of blood that landed on Redpaw's face.
Wincing, Redpaw returned his gaze to the ground. I can use that to my advantage, he thought, trying to make plans and not to think about the fact that he was a practically-untrained apprentice. Not to mention that I'm…I'm…small, he added, clenching his eyes shut. "Help!" he called out. "Help!"
The fox growled, shaking Redpaw fiercely.
"So you understand that, huh?" Redpaw grumbled, looking around. The fox had taken him up the stream on ThunderClan's side, leading him through woods he'd never been in before. Berrynose only took him through ThunderClan territory, not every bit of the forest behind it!
The sun was going down now, bleeding red-orange streaks against the tree trunks. Redpaw's shoulder had gone numb, but every time he turned to try to look at it, bile rose in his throat from the pain.
After padding through the forest for what felt like an eternity, the fox dropped him unceremoniously to the ground, stepping over him and into a hole that gaped in front of him.
Redpaw curled on the ground, gasping as the sudden drop reopened his wound. Gritting his teeth, he twisted his head over to look at the gash. It was made up of two deep punctures just at the top of his shoulder, a thick slash connecting them. It had been scabbed over, but now fresh blood overspilled the gash.
He looked away, taking a deep breath. "I have to get out of here," he muttered, trying to get his paws underneath him. With a hiss of pain, he worked his shoulder around until he had his injured paw beneath him, balancing on his other paws. His balance was shaky, but at least he was up.
A heavy weight knocked him back down, sending him skidding across the cold hard-packed dirt.
Redpaw, panting, turned around to see a fox cub leaning down to sniff him, its bright eyes curious. Another stood just behind it, peering over its littermate's shoulder to look down at Redpaw. The adult fox that had brought him here sat at the mouth of the den, thick fur fluffed up against the cold.
Oh, StarClan, Redpaw thought blankly. I'm a hunting lesson.
The fox cubs barked, poking at Redpaw with heavy paws. Spitting furiously, Redpaw lashed out at one, catching it across the face.
It yipped and fell back, crying and whining.
The fox—their mother, he realized—snarled and cuffed Redpaw hard across the head.
Seeing stars, Redpaw got back to his feet, staring down the other cub. This one was larger, cat-sized, with sharp white teeth and a mean look on its pointed face. It growled at him, lashing its bushy tail behind it.
"Come and get it!" Redpaw hissed.
The cub leapt forward and barreled Redpaw onto his belly, its blunt claws scrabbling for a hold on Redpaw's back. It sank its sharp teeth into his ear, worrying at the tender skin.
Redpaw screeched, raking his hind paws down the fox's side, but its fur was too thick for his claws to get through. He dug his hind paws into the cub's belly, heaving it off of him and sending it crashing into the bushes.
Yapping angrily, it came back, eyes murderous.
Redpaw flattened his ears, growling low in his throat. "I won't be killed by you!" he snarled.
The fox dipped its head as if it understood, a sly look in its beady eyes as it stalked slowly forward, dangerous grace even as a cub.
A dark gray blur flew in between the cub and Redpaw, wheeling to face the enemy and lashing at its eyes.
Redpaw blinked as the blur—now resolved into a tufty-furred gray tom—turned to face him. "Get up, idiot!" he spat, rushing over to nudge Redpaw to his feet. "We've gotta get out of here."
Redpaw staggered to his paws, nearly falling as his leg gave out. The cat sighed in exasperation, grabbing Redpaw by the scruff and lifting him bodily, dodging the mother fox narrowly as she lunged for him, snarling savagely.
Dangling in the grip of the unknown tom, Redpaw couldn't do anything. The exhaustion of fighting off the foxes combined with his injury left him limp as a kit.
Lucky for him, the tom was a fighter. Aiming one last blow at the mother's wounded ear, the tom dashed away, half-carrying, half-dragging Redpaw out of the path of the foxes and hauling him up a tree, leaping like a squirrel to the next tree over and nearly dropping Redpaw as he swung in his grip.
"Stupid kit," he spat through Redpaw's fur. "What the heck did you think you were doing, huh? You coulda gotten yourself killed!"
"I was a little busy fighting the fox," Redpaw panted, too tired to be testy.
The tom scoffed. "Doubt that. You were about to be killed, I saw ya."
"Where are you taking me?" Redpaw demanded. "I need to go home."
"Home, huh? And where'd that be?"
"ThunderClan."
"Hm. Never heard of it." He set Redpaw down to redouble his grip, then hoisted him back up and bent his legs, waggling his haunches before leaping powerfully out of the tree and into a cave cut deep into the side of the cliff face. "You can rest here."
Redpaw gasped as his hurt leg was jarred, falling into an awkward half-crouch as he looked around him. The cave itself was more like a tunnel, lined with a smooth even layer of pale gray stone that led into blackness. The sound of distantly-dripping water and the sound of the tom's pawsteps were the only sounds in the strange place. "What is this place?" he whispered, his voice echoing.
The tom shrugged. Now that Redpaw could see him more clearly, he noticed the unusualness of the tom. His fur was dark gray and spotted every so often with black specks, and blotchy cream-colored speckles flecked his face around his dark blue eyes. "A no-pelt thing," he stated simply, flicking his tail. "They make these pipes so that they can get their drinking water places, I think. This one's been out of joint for a few months now."
The words "no-pelt," "pipes," and "months" fluttered around Redpaw's battered brain. "Mm," was all he said in response.
"What's your name, bud? Mine's October."
October? What kind of stupid name is that? "Redpaw."
"Redpaw," October echoed. "That's a strange name. Where're you from?"
"I told you," Redpaw said grouchily. "ThunderClan. It's in the forest a ways from here." He gestured vaguely with his tail to the outside of the cave.
"Ah. Interesting." But Redpaw could tell that the loner didn't really think it was interesting. "Well, come this way and we'll get you some grub, alright?"
Why can't this cat speak normally? Redpaw complained to himself, getting to his paws and standing there shakily.
"What, got a bite?" October circled back and sniffed at Redpaw's shoulder. "Don't worry: we'll get you all patched up."
"We?" Redpaw asked, leaning on October's offered shoulder.
"Me and my sister. She's the brains behind the operation, fortunately." October chattered on as they walked deeper into the cave—pipe, Redpaw corrected himself. "A sweet little cat. Nothin' like me, unfortunately for her—what with my good looks and charm."
Good looks and charm? Redpaw barely held back a laugh.
"From the same litter, though, y'know. Our parents aren't really…around anymore. Gave 'emselves up to be no-pelt's playthings, poor cats. Dad was never really alright in the head."
I can see he gave that to you, Redpaw thought.
"Hey!" October yowled suddenly, startling Redpaw nearly out of his fur. "Sophie! I've got a live one!"
Out of the gloom ahead, a ginger she-cat trotted forward, green eyes bright and curious. "October, what is that? A kit?"
"I'm an apprentice of ThunderClan," Redpaw corrected, remembering to be polite. "My name's Redpaw."
Sophie blinked. "Hello, Redpaw," she said at last, her gaze softening. "You're injured? Did you pick a scrap with those no-pelts?"
"Um, no. I got in a fight with foxes."
"Even worse." She shook her head. "We'll get you all healed up, don't worry. Did you get some supper, October?"
October scuffled his gray paws. "I was a little busy saving this little guy, Sophie."
Sophie pulled a face. "Well, go get some now, alright? I'll get him set up nice and good." She flicked her ears to her brother, gently pressing her nose against his for a heartbeat. "Go on now."
"Alright, alright." The gray loner heaved a sigh, then nodded wearily, turning back around to head out into the snow.
"Come on now, Redpaw. We'll get you a nice bed set up." She turned around to pad back, and Redpaw noticed with some alarm that she didn't have a tail—only a stub.
"Y-your tail!"
"Hm?" She turned around, looking confused. "Oh, I don't have one."
"Did it get bit off?" Redpaw remembered Berrynose's tail, but even he had a mouselength of tail to speak of.
"Nope. I just don't have one."
"How do you climb, though?"
"Very well, thanks." She turned her amused green gaze on him. "Anything else?"
Suddenly embarrassed, Redpaw cast his gaze down. "Sorry, I'm just not used to seeing…"
"Different cats?" she supplied. "Well, don't worry. We aren't no-pelt playthings. Although, my mate was one."
"You have a mate?" Redpaw looked around the tunnel. "Is he here somewhere?"
"No." Sophie's eyes were sad. "He lives with his no-pelts. He didn't want me."
Redpaw looked up at her awkwardly. "I'm…sorry," he said at last.
Sophie shrugged. "It's nothing," she said briskly. "He chose his comfy life over me, that's all. I just wish that—" She cut off abruptly, ears pricked.
Redpaw heard it, too—pawsteps. "Who…" But he trailed off when he saw Sophie pick up the pace and pad forward.
"Hello, dears," she greeted, raising her voice. "Have you been good?"
Two kits bundled into view, their twin white pelts and blue eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. "Mother, Mother!" one of them cried, snuggling up to her belly. "We've been practicing hunting!"
"Is that so?" Sophie pulled away delicately, turning to face Redpaw. "Darlings, this is Redpaw. He's a new friend."
The kits turned to look at him, their eyes wide.
"Wow," one breathed, looking excited. "Another cat!"
"Isn't Uncle back yet?" the other complained. "I miss him."
"He'll be back soon," her mother assured her. She looked up at Redpaw apologetically. "They never get to see other cats."
Redpaw felt a pang of sadness when he realized what Sophie had been saying earlier. Her mate wanted nothing to do with his own kits! "What are you names?" he asked gently.
"I'm Crescent!" the tom kit announced proudly, puffing out his chest. "And this is my sister, Winnie."
Winnie flipped her tail, blue eyes suspicious. "What kind of a name is Redpaw?" she demanded abruptly.
"What kind of a name is Winnie?" he countered.
The little white she-kit considered that for a moment, then brightened. "I like you," she declared. "Don't you, Crescent?"
"Ah, he's alright." Crescent tried to pass her off with a wave of his tail, but his eyes were shining. "Are you coming to live with us?"
"He's hurt," Sophie explained. "He needs peace and quiet, alright?" Her stare intensified as she looked at her kits. "Alright?" she repeated.
"Okay," Crescent agreed sadly, his tail drooping. "We can play tomorrow, right?"
"I need to go home later tonight," Redpaw mewed. "Sorry."
"That's not gonna be possible, bud." October reappeared, shaking flakes of snow off of his fur. "Blizzard's kicking up. We gotta dig in here and wait 'til morning." He dropped two mice on the ground. "Here you go, little ones."
The kits let out mews of happiness. "Thanks, Uncle!" Winnie mewed, rubbing against the gray tom's shoulder.
"Alright now." October nuzzled her forward. "Go fill your belly now. There's some for you too, Redpaw. I can count your ribs, bud."
"I'm fine," Redpaw protested. "Sophie, why don't you take it? You need it for your kits."
The ginger she-cat shook her head. "You need it, dear. Go on." She nudged him forward. "I'll get mine tomorrow."
Redpaw looked guiltily at her as his belly growled.
October just laughed. "Go on, bud. It's nice and plump."
Redpaw nodded, then turned and fell on the mouse, ripping a mouthful of warm juicy meat from the mouse. Licking his muzzle, he took another bite, then another, until there wasn't anything left but bones.
"Wow," Crescent mewed. "You really attacked that thing."
Redpaw sat up, embarrassed. "Things are a little rough right now in the forest," he explained, feeling his pelt heat.
"That must be hard," Sophie said sympathetically. "And for one so young…"
"I'm not that young," Redpaw protested lightly. "I'm ten moons old!"
"Moons?" Winnie echoed. "Like in the sky?"
"He means in time, scrap," October explained. "Like a month."
"Oh," she meowed, looking curious. "What's it like in the forest? Do you kill prey all the time?"
Redpaw twitched his whiskers. "Not all the time," he mewed. "I get battle training and listening training and spar with my Clanmates."
"Are there a lot of them?" Crescent asked. "Your Clanmates?"
"There's a sizable amount." Redpaw wasn't sure how much he could trust these cats. "Enough to protect ourselves."
"Wow! Can we come live with you?" Crescent wiggled excitedly.
"You belong here, scrap." October ruffled the little white kit's ears with one forepaw. "And speaking of, isn't it about time to bed down?"
"You're right." Sophie got to her paws and shook out her fur. "Come on, everyone. Let's get Redpaw a bed set up."
"Okay!" Winnie hurried out of view down the tunnel, her white pelt disappearing quickly.
Crescent turned to go, then wheeled around and mewed, "I'll make you a bed by me, okay, Redpaw?" Without waiting for an answer, he took off after his sister.
"They're good kits," Sophie said affectionately.
"They got it from you," October said gruffly, his fur fluffed up on his neck. "Not from that stupid, flea-bitten plaything stinking of his no-pelts. He can go and take a long trot off of a short roof if he wants to. I hope that he gets stomped by his own masters, stupid yellow-bellied mange-pelt." He looked a little impressed by his own insult.
"October," she chided gently. "Don't."
"I'll say what I want," he growled in response, shouldering past Redpaw and nearly knocking him down again. "Come on, bud."
Redpaw cast one sympathetic glance at Sophie before following after the gray tom down the tunnel. "How far does this thing go?" he muttered incredulously.
"We're here." October stepped aside as they trotted inside a small, circular stone den, two other pipes leading off to other directions. Small piles of soft-looking stuff were heaped here and there, and a few scraps of wood were lying about with deep claw marks gouged into them.
"Redpaw!" Winnie called. "Here's yours!" She stepped aside to show him a soft nest, her brother bouncing around inside it. "Crescent, I just made that all nice," she scolded, frowning.
"I'm breaking it in for him," Crescent mewed happily, continuing with his bouncing.
Winnie tackled him off the nest, pummeling him lightly with her hind paws. "I want to be an apprentice, too!" she crowed. "I'd be better than you!"
"No, you wouldn't!" Crescent argued hotly, shoving his sister roughly. "I'd be better! I'm stronger than you!"
"Yeah right!" she spat playfully, bundling him off to the side of the nest easily. "You're the runt."
Redpaw watched as the little kit puffed up like an angry jay, hiding his amusement. "This looks like a good nest, Winnie. Good job."
"Nest?" The kits stopped their play, identically tilting their heads.
"Birds live in nests," Crescent said slowly, as if were explaining something very important to someone very young. "Cats live in beds."
Redpaw laughed. "No, no. In ThunderClan, we call them nests. They're usually made of moss and feathers, but sometimes we put bracken in, too."
"Bracken," Winnie repeated. "Is that a grass or something?"
"It's a plant. It's has…fronds." He gestured with one paw as if he was trying to shape it in the air. "You've never seen it?"
"Mother says there's grass and then there are trees," Winnie explained, shrugging. "If it's not a tree, then it's grass."
"Not really," Redpaw disagreed.
Winnie shot him a look. "Well, that's what Mother says."
"Step on back now, scrap." October shuffled forward, something clasped in his mouth. It looked like a big rock, pale yellow and flecked with shiny specks.
"What's that?" Redpaw whispered to the kits. "What's he doing?"
Winnie looked at him curiously. "He's making fire, of course! What did you think he was doing?"
Redpaw leapt to his feet. "You're going to start a fire in here?" he asked, anger and fear in his voice. "Are you mousebrained?"
"Relax, Redpaw," Sophie said soothingly, flicking her tail for him to sit down. "It's fine."
"No, it's not fine." Redpaw sank his claws into the soft nest-stuff, not understanding why these cats didn't have the natural and reasonable fear of fire. They were going to bring it into their den, for StarClan's sake!
"Relax, bud." October readjusted his grip on the rock, maneuvering it over a pile of similarly-colored rocks. "It'll only eat what I give it. You gotta make it happy, y'know?"
"No, I don't know." Redpaw looked down at the kits, wondering why they weren't upset. "Are you crazy?"
Crescent looked up benignly. "We do this every night," he explained. "It keeps us warm and toasty."
"You'd rather be freezing?" Winnie questioned dryly.
Redpaw just sat back down irritably, pressing against the other wall as October dropped his stone on the pile of other stones. Sparks flew from the places the rocks smashed into each other.
Ears flat against his head, Redpaw watched as the gray loner repeated the motion, again and again and again until the sparks caught along the crushed dead pine needles that Sophie had arranged neatly. A small tongue of flame lapped at the rocks, and October quickly pushed them out of the way. "Don't want the metal melting, y'know."
"Metal?"
"Those shiny bits in those rocks." He rolled one over to Redpaw, nodding to it. "See? It's called metal. No-pelts use it to make those machines that they like to roll around in."
He means monsters. "How do you know all these words?" Redpaw questioned, feeling his head whirl from all the new terms.
Sophie shrugged. "That's what you get when you hang around with pet cats, I suppose. They pick up on those kind of things."
"Mm." Redpaw stared into the little fire, watching as October shoved bits of dry grass and twigs into it. "So it won't burn?"
"Oh, it'll burn. But if you keep it happy and fed, it'll stick around for a while. Give it too much and it'll get angry. Don't give it enough and it'll die. It likes to have the right amount." He laughed. "Just like a cat, huh?"
Redpaw just folded his ears back and said nothing. He got up out of his soft nest and padded to the furthest edge of the cave—away from the fire. He folded himself into a tight ball and whisked his tail over his nose, closing his eyes.
Crescent came over and pressed his paws against Redpaw's flank. "You're going to sleep over here by yourself?"
"Yes," Redpaw answered firmly. "I don't like fire."
"You'll be cold," Winnie warned.
"I know."
Winnie sighed, flattening her ears and closing her eyes. "Toms!" She twisted around and flopped down beside Redpaw, snuggling up against his back. "I guess I'm going to have to keep you warm, then."
"Me too." Crescent curled tightly against his sister, reaching out with his paws to bat at Redpaw's whiskers playfully. "You'll teach us apprentice stuff tomorrow, right?"
"Sure." If I'll be here tomorrow, Redpaw added silently. He huffed a sigh, closing his eyes as the sound of the crackling fire filled his ears and the pattern of bright flames colored his closed eyelids.
So...random Redpaw adventure! I kinda based these kittehs off of two kittens that I saw in my backyard today (October and Sophie, that is) but then I decided on a new plotline! :D:D You lucky, lucky readers, you.
Also, Harvest Moon: Animal Parade is pretty much the best HM game ever. If you haven't played on yet, now's the time to start! :D:D Also, if you have played it, then join with me and rejoice the cuteness that is Gill. I'm totally marrying him in this one. XD
R&R~
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