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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLUT

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RippleClan: Moon 64

Scrubmask and Clammask’s litter all earn their names the night of the cleric’s meeting.

[Image ID: Honeybuzz, Splashtuft, Leathermask, and Drumtooth are all adults! Under Honeybuzz, it says LEVEL UP! HONEYPAW -> HONEYBUZZ, HAS LOTS OF IDEAS -> CONSTANTLY FIDDLING WITH TOOLS. Under Splashtuft, it says LEVEL UP! SPLASHPAW -> SPLASHTUFT, BOLD -> ADVENTUROUS, NEVER SITS STILL -> FAST RUNNER, LOVER OF ART -> STUDENT OF ART. Under Leathermask, it says LEVEL UP! LEATHERPAW -> LEATHERMASK, CONFIDENT -> NERVOUS, CONFIDENT WITH WORDS -> GREAT SPEAKER, AVID PLAY-FIGHTER -> GOOD FIGHTER. Under Drumtooth, it says LEVEL UP! DRUMPAW -> DRUMTOOTH, MOSS-BALL HUNTER -> GREAT HUNTER, + NEW SKILL: CLEVER.]

(Honeybuzz: 12, male, cleric, daring, constantly fiddling with tools)

(Splashtuft: 12, male, historian, adventurous, fast runner, student of art)

(Leathermask: 12, male, warrior, nervous, great speaker, good fighter)

(Drumtooth: 12, trans male, caretaker, loyal, great hunter, clever)

Oilstripe wakes up from the first peaceful night’s sleep she has had since Rustshade died. With Carnationspeckle and their two newborn kits at her side, she’s finally able to name them.

[Image ID: Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle watch over a light brown tom and a brown and white molly. Under Oilstripe, it says - CONDITION: NIGHTMARES, PREGNANT, + CONDITION: RECOVERING FROM BIRTH. Under the light brown tom, it says NEW PLAYER: TALLOWKIT, 0, MALE, SKITTISH. Under the brown and white molly, it says NEW PLAYER: SLUSHKIT, 0, FEMALE, POLITE.]

(Oilstripe: 68, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Carnationspeckle: 66, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Tallowkit: 0, male, kit, skittish)

(Slushkit: 0, female, kit, polite)

James’ grief and nightmares soften as he cares for Weedfoot.

[Image ID: James faces Weedfoot. Under James, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

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“James, you’re an elder,” Weedfoot laughed as James carefully rubbed an ointment over her wounded leg. “Let Troutpool and Honeybuzz handle this!”

“What, your mate can’t care for you for a day?” James purred. The ointment stuck between his pads and made his fur stink. It took a lot of willpower to not sneer at the smell. At least he and Weedfoot had the elder’s den to themselves now that Parsley had passed on. Weedfoot was a good patient, sitting still while James followed Troutpool’s instructions on how to care for the deep wounds. 

“This is more work than you put in as a caretaker,” Weedfoot pointed out with a playful twitch of her whiskers. James had no witty retort for his love. Instead, he nuzzled Weedfoot with a soft purr.

“I hope you gave Autumnstar a good talking to,” he chuckled.

“That I did,” his love purred.

(Weedfoot: 113, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(James: 140, male, elder, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

Scaleripple refuses to cower at Tempestshade’s curse and goes to meet them on patrol. However, he finds them with their leg stuck in a silver jaw. Scaleripple frees them and hurries them to camp.

[Image ID: Scaleripple and Tempestshade walk away from a pixel bear trap. Under Tempestshade, it says + CONDITION: MANGLED LEG.]

(Scaleripple: 17, male, warrior, lonesome, formidable fighter)

(Tempestshade: 25, nonbinary (they/them), caretaker, childish, incredible cook)

Downstar caught Asterpaw in a lie.

[Image ID: Downstar says to Asterpaw, “Your kindness is admirable, but ask yourself, who suffers for your compassion?”]

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“Downstar!” 

Downstar had been working with Carnationspeckle to prepare the shipwreck for the coming winter. While the broken wood had held up for many years, if Downstar wanted future generations to rest under the wreckage, caretakers and warriors would have to support the decaying planks and ancient ceiling. She and Carnationspeckle had a selection of planks freshly delivered from AshClan, ready to support the salt-crusted ship. However, just as they began discussing how to go about their repairs, Rattlepelt stormed out from her den of artisan supplies (formed through the whole Clan’s effort to roll away a rock and make more space), tail thrashing. Her fox pelt had been carefully cleaned of Weedfoot’s blood, but it made her look like a furious beast about to attack Downstar for just a moment. 

“Where is Asterpaw?” Rattlepelt snapped. “Where is that little thief?” Carnationspeckle jumped at the fire in her daughter’s voice.

“Rattlepelt!” Carnationspeckle cried. “Take a breath. That’s no way to talk about your Clanmate, you know that!” Rattlepelt hissed, flinching back with eyes shut tight.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Rattlepelt groaned, shaking her head so hard the head of her pelt slipped off. “I’m just mad.”

“What happened?” Downstar asked.

“Rabbitjoy and I were stitching together new wraps for Troutpool and Honeybuzz,” Rattlepelt explained, taking each word slowly as she fought back her frustration. “They were almost finished. I went to make the finishing touches, and it’s gone. Asterpaw is the only cat I know that would steal from me. You know what Gentlestar told us.”

“Yes, I do,” Downstar sighed. “Did you check with Rabbitjoy and the clerics? Maybe they took it and didn’t tell you.”

“They weren’t done,” Rattlepelt growled. “They would have recognized that. Where is Asterpaw?” Carnationspeckle pressed against Rattlepelt, easing her fury. Rattlepelt groaned and shook out her head like she had water in her ears. 

“I’ll speak to him,” Downstar promised. “Why don’t you help your mother for me? Make sure we have all the tools we need to support the shipwreck. Don’t worry about the wraps. If we can’t get them back, we’ll negotiate trade with SlugClan.” Rattlepelt nodded, taking a deep breath. Carnationspeckle nudged her toward the planks. The artisan calmed, Downstar trotted out of camp, the sun against the sea blinding her left eye.

Asterpaw had been tasked with his first solo hunt as a RippleClan apprentice. His many punishments in WheatClan had not delayed his path to graduation, and he had almost all of the confidence of a caretaker. There was no reason Downstar couldn’t let him hunt with the rising sun while she handled the shipwreck. While she had only known the apprentice for over a moon, Downstar had a good feeling as to where she would find him.

A sluggish monster trotted down the horsepath, doing little to torture its equestrian prisoner. The music of chickadees and kinglets danced from the burning trees that sprinkled the more open landscape of RippleClan’s southern domain. The smell of the leaves along the tan and green grass never failed to rejuvenate Downstar’s aging mind. If Downstar took to the hunt that day, the birds and mice would practically fall into her mouth.

Speaking of the hunt, Asterpaw stalked along a nearby hill, eyes locked on a junco shuffling through soft yellow conifer needles and huge, crunchy leaves. Asterpaw’s crouch was perfect, if not reminiscent of Rustshade in the early days of RippleClan; even Downstar still struggled not to disturb a single needle or leaf in her hunt, but when WheatClan so frequently hunted among the easily-disturbed human crops, where human hunters were the greatest danger of all, even the youngest apprentice knew not to disturb the land around them. Asterpaw was no exception. The junco stood unaware of its approaching demise.

Asterpaw’s pounce spelled instant death. He held the junco high, glancing toward the colorful sky, grateful for his catch. His yellow eyes spotted Downstar across the way. Downstar joined him at a casual trot, revealing nothing but curiosity in her gaze.

“How was my technique?” Asterpaw asked, setting the junco at his paws. “It took a while for any bird to land, but my fathers used to say juncos are some of the best tasting birds in the Clans. It’s worth the wait.”

“You’re an excellent hunter,” Downstar said. 

“I promise to catch something else before I go back to camp,” Asterpaw said, digging a small hole for his catch. “Did you need me for something?” 

“Yes, actually,” Downstar said in as easy-going a voice as she could manage. “Where are the wraps?” Asterpaw stopped digging.

“What was that?” Asterpaw asked. Downstar could see the lie by omission ripple down Asterpaw’s spine. She sighed and dropped her facade.

“The bandages Rabbitjoy and Rattlepelt were making,” she explained. “Who did you give them to?” Asterpaw turned his head away. His tail twitched, giving away his heart. “Asterpaw.”

“One of the humans took a thunder-stick to a farm cat,” Asterpaw snapped, head snapping back with enough force to make Downstar’s neck ache in sympathy. “It shot a pellet straight through her leg. I couldn’t let her try to recover with just cobwebs to stop the bleeding! RippleClan has so many wraps, why do you have to get upset at missing one? I figured you would assume Troutpool used another for Tempestshade’s leg! I’ll bring it back when my friend recovers.” Downstar sighed again. Asterpaw’s eyes did not match his frustrated tone. They were more akin to a much younger tortoiseshell molly, begging her Clanmates to understand why she and her friends pushed for such change.

“Your kindness is admirable,” Downstar said, “but ask yourself, who suffers for your compassion?”

“No one!” Asterpaw groaned. “That’s what I tried to explain to everyone in WheatClan! I don’t just steal prey someone else has caught, or dump out herbs to steal a pot. I make what I can and borrow what I can’t!” His short fur spiked up as he yowled, not looking at Downstar.

“But what if someone else got hurt in the coming days?” Downstar asked, sitting. “We don’t waste resources, either. We make enough to fill our needs. Rattlepelt wanted to weave new wraps because we’ve used a few so much, they’ve become unsafe to continue using. Who would be to blame if Troutpool needed to bandage a wound, and we had no more wraps to spare?” Asterpaw squirmed under Downstar’s gentle logic.

“The farm cats struggle to make weaves like we can,” Asterpaw muttered, too big for his pelt. “They need them too.”

“If they want to learn, they can visit us,” Downstar suggested. “Rabbitjoy is an excellent weaver. She would be willing to teach them. That’s part of why Gentlestar thought you a better fit in RippleClan. You’re allowed to care for outsiders to such an extent. But we still have a responsibility to one another that comes before the farm cats. Taking our wraps hurts us. There are ways to help others without hurting your Clanmates.”

“What if you said no?” Asterpaw gulped. “Without the wraps…”

“If you had explained yourself, I would have helped,” Downstar sighed. She set her chin on Asterpaw’s head. “I do think you’ll be a good caretaker, Asterpaw, but trust that your Clanmates will want to help you. Don’t sneak around our backs.”

“You promise to help them?” Asterpaw asked, voice a bit muffled as he leaned into Downstar’s chest.

“If they want our help,” Downstar promised, licking her apprentice’s ear, “we don’t turn them away.”

(Downstar: 123, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Carnationspeckle: 66, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Rattlepelt: 47, female, artisan, bloodthirsty, leather artist)

(Asterpaw: 11, male, caretaker apprentice, thoughtful, has lots of ideas)

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Scattered Memories (Part 4)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1143

Summary: Once at the hospital the identity of your assailant is finally revealed but that does not mean the case is close to being closed.

Warnings: PTSD, language, mention of suicide (not exactly pertinent to the story though. Literally just one line about it.”

Author’s note: No more scary flashbacks, yea (flashbacks still happening, just not of the act..)!! This request was sent to me and is a part of the story now, don’t read request until after for spoilers

Part 1, Part 3, Part 5 coming soon

After being prepped and given a vaccine you were finally able to connect with your team on one of the two quarantined floors of the hospital. Spencer was the first to greet you, “how are you?” “I’m fine,” you pushed aside the loaded question, “how many are there?” “140, but that seems to be it. We haven’t had a new victim in almost an hour.” “Good,” Rossi replied. “What have you got so far? Any ideas on where they were hit?” “Yeah,” Hotch said, leading the team into an empty patient room they were using as HQ once the door was closed. “They all take classes at the academy.” “The training academy?!” You nearly yelled, Hotch confirmed and your head began to spin. 140 people attacked. Your assailant: blonde hair, long but well kept, green eyes, and overly manicured. Targeting the training academy. Suddenly you were back home, freshly graduated from the academy, and holding an unopened letter from the FBI, along with your best friend, Ian Vill. Short blonde hair slicked back, bringing attention to his enchanting green eyes; always well manicured. The two of you sat in anticipation as you stared at the untouched envelopes. “On three we both open it, ready?” He asked, knuckles turning white from how firmly he held his future. “One.” He started. “Two.” You continued, gripping the corner of your envelope, ready to tear it open. “Three!” Ian finished as the two of you tore your envelopes open and feverishly scanning the letters. ‘Blah blah blah… It is with great pleasure that we welcome you into the Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI. Please contact SSA Aaron Hotchner…’ 

You squealed, your professional exterior turning into that of a teenage girl. “I got in! I am an official FBI agent!” You cried, but Ian stayed quiet, he glared down at the paper. “You - you got in, right?” You asked with an awkward laugh. “No, I was denied ‘due to an inconclusive mental evaluation’.” He whispered before becoming angry, throwing the paper at you, standing up from where he sat in your living room. “I was valedictorian! But they chose some dumb ass bitch! Fuck you, (Y/N)!” He yelled. “I can’t believe this, you’re going to grieve this, (Y/N).” With that, he stormed out of your house and you were back in the hospital. “(Y/N), are you ok?” JJ asked, helping you stand. “Ian Vill,” you rushed, “we were best friends through the academy. We both applied to the BAU, he was valedictorian, we were sure he was going to get in. We opened the letters together. When he found out I was accepted and he wasn’t because of his mental evaluation he got mad and told me I was going to ‘grieve’ that day. I was the only one out of 140 students to make it into any substantial government position right out of graduation. I hadn’t heard from him since.” Hotch pulled out his phone, ordering Garcia to look for Ian, to find anything she could on him. You looked over to Spencer, fiddling with his hands. He caught you looking and nearly stormed out of the room, you followed close behind. “Spencer.” You called out without an answer. “Spencer!” “What?” He asked, almost angrily, spinning around. “Did I do something wrong?” You questioned. “No,” He said, sincerely. “Then why-” “Did you love him?” He asked as the two of you walked through the patient crowded hallway. “At the time?” You thought. “Yeah, I thought we would get married after the academy. If he wasn’t rejected we probably would be.” You said thoughtfully. That seemed to sadden Spencer as he processed what you said. “Here, let’s talk.” You said, grabbing Spencer’s hand and leading him into the only empty room left on that floor at the other side of the hospital, the hallway completely barren due to the lack of usable rooms. It was a medication closet but it was fine enough for an angsty conversation. “Listen, (Y/N), what we talked about back at your apartment…” “Spencer, I’ve always loved you, but I’m allowed to have a past of people I’ve loved. You have Maeve and I have Ian. When you love someone, no matter how things turned out between the two of you, you’re always going to be affected by them.” He nodded in response. “Because of what he did to me it’s going to be awhile until I can really do anything relationship-esk but know I’m yours. I always have been.” This caused Spencer to smile, gently pulling you into a hug, making sure his hands didn’t rest too low on your back to trigger a memory, as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. You lingered in the hug for a few minutes until the two of you remembered you now knew the name of your suspect. You turned the doorknob to leave, only to find it was locked, not budging at all. You pounded your palm on the metal door, “hello?” You called out but to no avail. . You slammed your body, shoulder first, against the door than Spencer, then you and Spencer at the same time. Nothing, you tried to kick it open but they were reinforced to protect the many illegal medications. “Try your phone, left mine in the meeting room.”

You pulled out your phone, the battery was 97% but absolutely no service. “No bars.” You sighed. “I hate hospital service.” You looked around, other than some standard medications the hospital hands out, there were syringes and a few other hospital supplies. “Maybe we can pick the lock with a needle of a syringe and a butterfly needle(because butterfly needles are bendy).” “Can’t,” Spence said, “a few years back a girl locked herself in and took a couple dozen pills and died. It only locks and unlocks from the outside.” “So someone locked us in here?” You asked, suspiciously. “It could’ve been an accident.” “This hallway is closed to anyone except our team. All that’s down here are offices.” You thought for a second. “Please tell me you brought your gun, I haven’t been issued a new one yet.” “Got it.” He replied, reaching down and pulling out his gun just as you heard a set of keys jingle outside of the door. “Thank god!” You said, loud enough for the nurse outside to hear you. “Someone must’ve locked us in here!” You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against Spencer for a moment. As the door unlocked and slowly opened, your relief was replaced with horror. A man with long blonde hair and green eyes stood in front of you, a masked covered his face as a spray can released its contents into Spencers and your face. Almost immediately you fell to the floor, Spencer inches in front of you, and blacked out.

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ST. LOUIS | The Latest: Matt Wallace aces par-3 16 at PGA

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ST. LOUIS | The Latest: Matt Wallace aces par-3 16 at PGA

ST. LOUIS — The Latest on the PGA Championship, golf’s final major of the year (all times local): 4:30 p.m.

Gary Woodland made a mess of the par-4 10th at Bellerive, the second-round leader making triple bogey to drop to 3 over for the day and six shots behind leader Brooks Koepka.

Woodland’s trouble began when he found the bunker guarding the right side of the green. He clipped his shot from the sand and it rolled into the bunker on the opposite side of the green.

Meanwhile, Kevin Kisner hit from the same bunker — but nobody raked it.

Woodland blasted his next bunker shot over the green and into the original bunker, where the ball came to rest in a foot print. The big hitter had to conservatively get back onto the green from there, then putted his way to triple bogey. ___ 4:15 p.m.

Matt Wallace aced the par-3 16th hole with a 5 iron on Saturday to spur a Tiger-like roar from the gallery eagerly awaiting Woods to arrive in the following group.

It was the 26th hole-in-one in the PGA Championship since such records were kept in 1983.

Wallace, a 28-year-old Englishman with three European Tour victories on his resume, rewarded all those fans by chucking the ball into the crowd. What are the odds he regrets that some day?

The ace got Wallace to 2 under for the round and 5 under for the championship. ___ 4 p.m.

Brooks Koepka wrapped up a bogey-free front nine Saturday that included five pars, getting the U.S. Open champion to 13 under at the PGA Championship.

Koepka has been hot going back to Friday, when he started a second-round 63 that matched the lowest round in PGA Championship history. He’s riding a stretch of 15 birdies in 44 holes.

Koepka also struggled early at the U.S. Open, where he opened with a 5-over 75 and was 7 over early in his second round. But Koepka went on a tear the rest of that round, then shot 72-68 over the weekend at Shinnecock Hills to defend the title he won last year at Erin Hills.

Right now, Koepka is simply overpowering long but soft Bellerive Country Club. ___ 3:35 p.m.

Virtually all the work Jordan Spieth spent getting back into contention at the PGA went to waste in the span of one hole.

After playing the first 11 holes in 4 under to get within four of the lead, he made triple-bogey on the par-4 12th to drop from a tie for 10th to a tie for 26th.

Spieth hit his tee shot deep into the woods, and from a trampled lie, tried to elevate over a tree and onto the green. The ball slammed into the tree and ricocheted to the right, over a fence and out of bounds.

He took a drop, punched out into the rough, and needed three shots to get down.

He is now seven shots behind leader Brooks Koepka. ___ 3:10 p.m.

If this was next month’s Ryder Cup, everything would be going the way of Team USA.

Brooks Koepka leads the charge of Americans atop the leaderboard at the PGA Championship. Gary Woodland is one shot back, followed by Rickie Fowler, Kevin Kisner, Tiger Woods and Justin Thomas.

The run of Americans ends with Adam Scott, Shane Lowry and Charl Schwarztzl, who are at 8 under and three shots off the lead. Another group of Americans that includes Jordan Spieth, Julian Suri and Pat Perez is at 7 under, while Stewart Cink is another shot back.

The last player born outside the U.S. to win the PGA was Jason Day in 2015. ___ 2:45 p.m.

Tiger Woods had five birdies and a bogey on his opening nine of the third round, moving within two shots of Brooks Koepka and Gary Woodland in the PGA Championship.

Woods is in a group at 8 under that includes reigning champion Justin Thomas, first-round leader Rickie Fowler and Adam Scott.

Jordan Spieth is another shot back at 7 under as he tries to win the PGA and complete the career grand slam.

Daniel Berger continues his turnaround. He was 6 over after his first nine Thursday, but he’s roared to 5 under for the championship. He has three birdies without a bogey in his third round. ___ 2:20 p.m.

U.S. Open champion Brooks Koepka has pulled into a tie for the lead at the PGA Championship.

Koepka is trying to become the fourth player to win the U.S. Open and the PGA in the same year, joining Tiger Woods (2000), Jack Nicklaus (1980), Ben Hogan (1948) and Gene Sarazen (1922).

Speaking of Woods, he’s followed a bogey at the fourth with back-to-back birdies to get to 3 under on his round. He’s three off the pace set by Koepka and second-round leader Gary Woodland.

Chris Kirk is also making a move. He’s 4 under through 11 and 6 under for the championship. ___ 2:10 p.m.

Kansas native Gary Woodland isn’t the only guy with a “hometown” crowd behind him at Bellerive.

Brice Garnett made the cut right on the number in his PGA Championship debut, much to the delight of his friends and family from Chillicothe, Missouri. Garnett starred at Missouri Western, a Division II school and the training camp home of the Kansas City Chiefs.

He still calls Gallatin in the western part of the state his home.

Garnett went wire-to-wire to win the Puntacana Resort and Club Championship in March, his first PGA Tour victory and one that got him into this week’s championship at Bellerive. ___ 1:20 p.m.

Emiliano Grillo has back-to-back birdies at the PGA Championship to join the logjam at 6 under that includes Tiger Woods, who came within a whisker of holing his pitch shot for birdie at No. 4.

If Bellerive is offering any defense, it’s the thick fescue and bluegrass rough that became saturated by Friday’s rain. And that’s where Woods drove his tee shot at the fourth before hacking his approach shot shy of the bunkers guarding the right front of the green.

With another perfect lie in the zoysia fairway, Woods’s pitch shot danced to the right and nearly rolled into the cup before settling about a foot away for a tap-in par. ___ 12:45 p.m.

Tiger Woods has birdied the first two holes of his third round at the PGA Championship, and now will try to string a few more together to chase down second-round leader Gary Woodland.

Woods is now 6 under, four shots off the lead.

He got off to a bogey-double bogey start on Thursday at Bellerive, and it looked as if Woods’s comeback tour had hit a wall. But he fought back to shoot even-par 70, then worked around the rain that suspended play Friday to shoot a second-round 66.

Woods is trying to join Walter Hagen and Jack Nicklaus as five-time PGA winners. ___ 11:55 a.m.

Justin Rose is among the players at the PGA Championship who finished their rounds Friday and knew they’d make the cut, allowing them to sleep in a bit on Saturday.

Rest he did, too. Rose said he didn’t watch any of the early coverage on television.

The Englishman will be 4 under when he begins his round off the first tee at 12:32 p.m. He’s in a group with Zach Johnson and Emiliano Grillo that is six shots off the lead.

Rose had some back spasms last week at Firestone, but he says “from Wednesday afternoon I’ve been feeling perfectly fine.” ___ 11:20 a.m.

The third round is underway at the PGA Championship, and among those headed out at Bellerive is Daniel Berger — an incredible turnaround given where he was after his opening nine holes.

Berger was 6 over before playing his last 27 holes in 8-under par.

“I just stopped trying at one point. It’s funny how things work out,” said Berger, who was tied for the lead entering the final round of the U.S. Open before finishing in a tie for sixth.

“The last 27 holes I just kind of freewheeled it,” he said, “so that was kind of good.”

Especially considering Berger has been dealing with a wrist injury.

“It sucks,” he said, “because I’ve never been hurt before, and it’s just kind of been lingering and there’s not really a point in the season I can take a break. Just been trying to play through it.” ___ 10:50 a.m.

The second round has wrapped up at the PGA Championship, where Gary Woodland leads at 10 under and it took even-par 140 just to make the record-low 36-hole cut.

The previous low for the PGA was 1-over 141 at Atlanta Athletic Club in 2001.

Some big names missed playing the rest of the weekend, too. Matt Kuchar, Sergio Garcia and Bryson DeChambeau were in a large group at 1 over. Masters champion Patrick Reed was 3 over and Phil Mickelson was in the group at 4 over.

Eighty players made the cut, including some relative surprises. Ben Kern was the lone club pro to make the cut, while 55-year-old Vijay Singh and Ryder Cup captain Jim Furyk made it through. ___ 10:25 a.m.

Julian Suri has surged into contention at the PGA Championship with an eagle at the par-5 17th taking him to 5 under, an impressive showing for the former Duke standout.

Suri’s father, Jagan, is the great grandson of Buchi Babu Naidu, one of the early pioneers of cricket in India. Jagan Suri moved to the U.S. in his teens and spent time as a professional tennis player, and now works in business development of golf courses.

Julian Suri played tennis and golf when he was young, but he clearly showed a preference for the latter. He won last year on the European Tour and has been second time this year. ___ 9:50 a.m.

Phil Mickelson will fail to automatically qualify for the Ryder Cup for the first time since 1993 after a 1-over 71 left him 4 over for the PGA Championship and well outside the cut line.

He still could be among Jim Furyk’s four captain’s choices.

Mickelson is 18-20-7 in the Ryder Cup, but he played well two years ago at Hazeltine National, when the Americans routed the Europeans 17-11 to win back the cup.

Bryson DeChambeau was just outside the top eight that automatically qualify for the team. He missed a short putt at his final hole Saturday to keep from playing the weekend. ___ 9:35 a.m.

The approach that guys will take between the second and third rounds at the PGA Championship will vary widely depending on when they finish Saturday morning and when they tee off again.

Some will have less than an hour between their rounds.

Then there’s Rickie Fowler, who concluded his 3-under 67 to get to 8 under for the tournament and within two shots of the lead. Fowler said he plans to return to the house he’s renting down the road from Bellerive, where he can change out of some wet clothes and catch some rest.

“Put some fresh clothing on and then yeah, get here like we normally would,” said Fowler, the first-round leader. “But it’s still going to be a long day.” ___ 9:15 a.m.

Sungjae Im probably should stop aiming for the greens at the PGA Championship.

The 20-year-old South Korean was right on the cut line Saturday in his second round when he chipped in for birdie on consecutive holes.

That got Im to 2 under for the championship, which would be good enough not only to play the weekend but get within eight shots of the lead.

Im became the second-youngest player to win a Web.com Tour event when he triumphed in his debut in the Bahamas earlier this year. He also has a couple of second-place finishes on the tour.

The youngest champion in Web.com Tour history? Jason Day. ___ 8:45 a.m.

Tony Finau has matched the PGA Championship record for birdies in a round with 10.

If only he didn’t also have three bogeys and a triple on his card.

Finau wound up with a 4-under 66 on Saturday to get back to even for the championship. His birdie display came while playing with Jim Furyk, the U.S. Ryder Cup captain who could have to decide whether to include Finau on his roster next month in France.

The birdie record for the PGA was set by Gary Player. Anthony Kim has the record for birdies in a major championship with 11 during the 2011 Masters. ___ 8 a.m.

Tiger Woods bounced back from his first bogey of the second round with a birdie at the short par-4 11th, getting him back to 4 under in the PGA Championship.

Meanwhile, the topsy-turvy round of Tony Finau presses on.

Finau began his second round Friday with five straight birdies, made a triple bogey, then had two more birdies. He added a bogey to finish off his front nine, and another birdie on the back nine has the U.S. Ryder Cup hopeful at even-par for the championship.

He’s played 12 holes and has made just one par on the round. ___ 7:15 a.m.

Haotong Li did not resume his second round at the PGA Championship, withdrawing with a wrist injury after his round was suspended by rain. He had completed the 11th hold.

Li opened with a 1-over 71 and was 3 over for the championship.

The course is playing soft with no wind and pristine greens, and that could mean record low scores this weekend. Tiger Woods already has another birdie at the eighth to reach 4 under, and first-round leader Rickie Fowler has his first birdie of the day to get to 8 under.

He’s two shots back of Gary Woodland, who already completed his second round. ___ 7 a.m.

Tiger Woods, Rory McIlroy and the rest of the players that were still on the course when play was suspended at the PGA Championship have resumed their second rounds at soggy Bellerive.

All of them are chasing Gary Woodland, whose 66 before the rain rolled through Friday left him 10 under for the championship. Kevin Kisner also played early and was a shot back.

They got to sleep in Saturday while 78 players yet to finish their second rounds had to be in position by 7 a.m. There will be a 30-minute break once they finish, then the third round will start with groups of three heading off the first and 10th tees.

That will mean a long day for guys like Woods, who could play more than 28 holes Saturday. He was 3 under and in the fairway at the eighth when the sirens stopped play.

By ,Associated Press