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I, Hon Rosie, have not had the best life story in the world. My parents were alive when I was a child. We didn't live in Salamandastron then, even though they were on the Long Patrol. My parents liked to travel around a lot. I guess I got my want of traveling form them. Anyway, they were on there way to Redwall. We about about half a days' journey away from the Abbey, and we were having lunch next to the stream, hoping to finish quickly and make it to Redwall by nightfall. Suddenly, in front of my eyes, I saw my parents just lay down as if sleeping. Then I was seized from behind, a paw clamped over my mouth, and my paws and legs were tied. I couldn't kick out. I bit into the paw that stopped me from screaming for help, and as soon as the vermin let go, I let out a blood-curdling scream as loud as possible. Trying to keep me quiet, they tied a grimy rag from a dirty shirt around my mouth after stuffing my mouth with grass. They carried me for some time, and when I had given up hope, I saw and heard a rusty sound. The vermin that had captured me suddenly dropped me to the floor (ouch it hurt) and I found myself surrounded by otters. They untied me paws and legs and unbound my mouth. They told me, "Your parents are dead." I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak. They took me to Redwall. It was a beautiful place, and I wanted to enjoy being there, but I couldn't. My parents were dead. All of the beasts of Redwall greeted me as a family member, and that cheered me up a bit. We had a funeral for my parents, which everybody attended. They had known my parents from previous visits. They took care of me till I was old enough to go to Salamandastron. The otters taught me to fight paw to paw, boxing, and fencing. The squirrels taught me archery, and their Redwall Champion taught me all the means of using a blade. I never talked much back then. I just vowed that I would always be hostile towards vermin and avenge my parents. Then I went to Salamandastron, and gave my service to the Lord there. And I am still here at Salamandastron, waiting for my revenge on those who slew my parents.
I grew up in Mossflower woods. I had no parents, they were killed by vermin at my birth. I swore that I would avenge their deaths, but I could do no such thing in my condition. I was only 10 years old, had no weapons, no parents, and barely knew how to survive. Somehow I lived through the first winter, and then I began to learn the secrets of the forst. I found berries to eat, and nuts. I built a small shack within a huge oak tree, and began to make myself small javelins to practice with. But my favorite weapon was my ash stick. Using a big of sharp metal I had found on the ground, I hollowed out part of the stick, and made a retractable blade, which was helpful because now my stick doubled as a javalin. I explored the forest, learned all the secrets, until I felt ready to seek out the vermin who slew my parents. Armed with a bow (my 2nd favorite weapon), arrows, my stick, and a few javelins, I left the woods. I arrived first at Redwall Abby. I had never been there, but the folk within were frendly and were having a feast with foods I had never seen before. October Ale, strawberry fizz, huge buffets of food! I couldn't bear to leave, but finally the urge to wander again over took me, and I said farewell to my friends and began questing again. I encountered many adventures, and was forced to use my stick many many times, but finally I made it to a clearing, where I saw the ocean. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life, but even more beautiful was the mountain. I walked along the beach for many days, until hunger overtook me and I had to leave again, vowing to return and visit that mountain some day. I wandered off, until my revenge came. I found the vermin scum who had killed my parents. We were locked in bitter combat, me and that stoat, for hours, until finally he wounded me almost unto death. Right when he was raising his sword to finish me off, though, I got him a good one in the chest. He fell over, knocked out, and I finished him off with a crack from my stick. I spent many seasons recovering, until finally my strength had returned, and I set out for the mountain. I traveled aimlessly for a few months, until finally again reaching the very same beach. There I traveled for days, until I reached the mountain. Weary and hungry, I was astonished to find that goodbeasts actually LIVED in the mountain itself. I vowed to join their noble cause, and became a memeber of the Long Patrol. I am now helping defend others in need of help, so they will never have to loose something as dear as I lost.