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Subject: Streampearl's Bio

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Streampearl Trula Clearsong

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Date Posted: 21:25:06 07/28/02 Sun

Me, me mum, Reedpaw, me da, Troutfly, an' me elder broder, Sinrek, wandered th' North Coast willy-nilly 'til we came 'cross a series o' caves which 'oused a group o' h'otters called 'Olt Trula. Me da became Skipper an' me mum was Chief 'Ealer. A week afta' me birth, wen I could swim better'n I could crawl, Sinrek took me down to the river ta fish.When we returned, laden wid trout an' grayling, all o' th' oldbeasts an' warriors were dead or dyin'. Troutfly lay beside me pore mum, dying o' four spear wounds. "Searats attacked..." he rasped before closin' 'is eyes. I thought me mum was sleepin' and shook 'er 'til Sinrek dragged me away. We wandered togeder o'er 'ill an' dale, mournin' always. One morn we stumbled into the territory of a band of robber foxes, who slew Sinrek before two o' their number 'it th' dust. I had hidden be'ind sum rocks and therefore was spared. I killed five of their scouts wid me sling before I began wanderin'. I lived off th' land as me da 'ad taught me, livin' in a lean-to north of River Moss. I roamed an' rambled 'til I came 'cross yore Abbey. A 'alf-grown 'edge'og invited me ta play, an' 'ere I is.
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