Mrs. Woolf and the Servants: An Intimate History of Domestic Life in Bloomsbury

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“Superbly researched, often passionately eloquent, and enthralling throughout.”—Washington Post Book World

When Virginia Woolf wrote A Room of One’s Own in 1929, she established her reputation as a feminist, and an advocate for unheard voices. But like thousands of other upper-class British women, Woolf relied on live-in domestic servants for the most intimate of daily tasks. That room of Woolf’s own was kept clean by a series of cooks and maids throughout her life. In the ...

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Overview

“Superbly researched, often passionately eloquent, and enthralling throughout.”—Washington Post Book World

When Virginia Woolf wrote A Room of One’s Own in 1929, she established her reputation as a feminist, and an advocate for unheard voices. But like thousands of other upper-class British women, Woolf relied on live-in domestic servants for the most intimate of daily tasks. That room of Woolf’s own was kept clean by a series of cooks and maids throughout her life. In the much-praised Mrs. Woolf and the Servants, Alison Light probes the unspoken inequality of Bloomsbury homes with insight and grace, and provides an entirely new perspective on an essential modern artist.

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“This is a bold, impressive and important rewriting of a slice of British social history.”—Guardian

“An absorbing and complex portrait of Woolf’s particular relation to domestics and domesticity, but also an analysis of the shifting mores of the period.”—New York Times Book Review

“Eye-opening… Light enriches the history of Bloomsbury by adding to it the stories of Nellie, Lottie and the other women and men whose manual labor sustained it.”—Chicago Tribune

Claire Messud
Light, a British academic and journalist, has illuminated Woolf's upstairs-downstairs life in a manner intended to exemplify the broader socioeconomic shifts of the first third of the 20th century, deftly spanning the intimate ("Who emptied the sewage was a serious issue among the servants since it affected their earnings and their self-respect"), the socio-historical and the literary. The result is an absorbing and complex portrait of Woolf's particular relation to domestics and domesticity (in her later years, amazingly, she learned to cook), but also an analysis of the shifting mores of the period and, most particularly, of the often forgotten individuals whose faithful service to the Woolfs and to servant-swapping Bloomsbury enabled the creation of much high-modernist art.
—The New York Times
Michael Dirda
…superbly researched, often passionately eloquent, and enthralling throughout…Mrs. Woolf and the Servants is no dryly academic sociological study. It is an inquiry into the fundamental nature of human intimacy.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Virginia Woolf is a feminist icon, and her husband, Leonard, was a committed socialist and supporter of workers' rights. Yet, says Light, in this fresh take on Bloomsbury, the couple perpetuated the class system by paying a pittance to their charwoman. In her attempt to restore the servants to the Bloomsbury story, Light also ruminates about whether the dependence of Woolf and her sister, Vanessa Bell, on their assorted live-in maids and cooks plays havoc with the idealized image of them as "bohemian, free women creating a new kind of life." Light also dissects Woolf's fictional servants as a window into contemporary social class prejudices and delves into the personal histories of Woolf's servants in context with their peers. British scholar Light (Forever England), the granddaughter of a live-in domestic, often seems to be pushing a personal agenda, and her insistence that without the hard work of the servants there would have been no Bloomsbury is unconvincing, yet her analyses of both the Bloomsbury notables and the servant class of their time are deft and engrossing. Illus. (Sept.)

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Library Journal

Light (Forever England: Femininity, Literature and Conservatism Between the Wars) takes a different approach to Virginia Woolf by examining not only her life but also the lives of the domestic servants who worked for her. She provides an interesting social history of the maids, cooks, and other domestics who served Woolf and her family, interspersing their stories with Woolf's. Born into a wealthy family, Woolf never knew a world without domestic help, but she often struggled with her employees. The five lengthy sections focus on the different servants who worked for Woolf. The writer and her family left a plethora of letters, but the domestics in their employ left little correspondence or memoirs, which made presenting their side of the story challenging. Light, whose grandmother worked as a kitchen maid, succeeds in describing the hardships of a domestic's life. This literary Upstairs/Downstairs is recommended for all academic libraries that support English literature and English history collections.
—Erica Swenson Danowitz

Kirkus Reviews
The largely untold stories of the live-in servants who eased, enriched, complicated and frustrated the domestic tranquility of Virginia Woolf and others in her circle. Light (History/Univ. of East London; Forever England: Femininity, Literature and Conservatism Between the Wars, 1991, etc.) brings all her scholarly skills and imagination to bear on the task of illuminating the lives of people whom history has often ignored. (See also: Ruth Brandon's Governess, 2008.) Reading Woolf's diaries and letters, the author was surprised by the emotional, often negative energy the novelist invested in her servants. This sent Light back into the fiction-she spends some time discussing the roles of servants in Woolf's novels-and into family and public records, where she discovered a surprising amount of material on the people who served the writer from cradle to grave. Growing up in the cosseted class, sisters Virginia and Vanessa Stephens could neither cook nor clean nor do much of anything for themselves until war and marriage altered their circumstances. The author focuses on several individuals, among them Sophie Farrell, who worked for the family for a half-century, and Nellie Boxall, whose contentious choreography with Virginia enlivens much of the text. When Woolf finally dismissed her, Nellie landed in the household of notable English actors Charles Laughton and Elsa Lanchester. Although Light is most interested in humanizing the servants, she also offers heavy but digestible sections of social history and literary criticism. We learn about the rise and fall of domestic service, and the author contrasts Woolf's liberalism in her fiction with her class-consciousness in her kitchen.Light also savages the caricatures of the Woolf servants in the 2003 film The Hours. Only the cliche-ridden prose ("in the same boat," "stuck to her guns") slightly mars this groundbreaking work of scholarship. An essential addition to the alpine pile of books about Woolf. Agent: Kerry Glencorse/David Godwin Associates
The Barnes & Noble Review
Ah, Bloomsbury. Virginia Woolf soulful in white linen, T. S. Eliot popping in for tea, Bertrand Russell staying for dinner. Truth, beauty, and the life of the mind. But what about the body? Who washed Virginia's clothes, cooked her food, scrubbed her floors? Other women, from the other class; servants without whom "there would have been no art, no writing, no 'Bloomsbury,' " as Alison Light superbly illustrates in Mrs. Woolf and the Servants: An Intimate History of Domestic Life in Bloomsbury. Light, a scholar and critic whose grandmother worked as a domestic servant, wants to restore to such women "the respect they deserve." In this engrossing, elegantly written social history, however, she does far more than that. By examining the largely ignored yet critical relationship between Woolf and her servants -- most notably Nellie Boxall, Woolf's cook for 18 years -- Light brilliantly reveals the complex nature of British domestic service and the daily preoccupations of a writer who was both formed and oppressed by the role she inherited. "Won't be dictated to," Woolf wrote in her diary in 1924, referring not to the patriarchy but to Nellie after yet another emotional tussle with her cook. "I wanted to live my own life," a servant declares in 1938. Woolf's writing enshrines that very sentiment -- but not for the servant class whom she regarded as alien and often repulsive. Light neither demonizes nor sanctifies the writer, portraying her instead with fresh insight and compassion. The servants materialize just as vividly, with rooms -- even lives -- of their own, however cramped, in below-stairs Bloomsbury. --Anna Mundow
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781596916944
  • Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
  • Publication date: 9/1/2009
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 1,460,923
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Alison Light is the author of Forever England: Femininity, Literature and Conservatism between the Wars and edited Virginia Woolf’s Flush for Penguin Classics. She is currently a professor at the Raphael Samuel History Centre at the University of East London, and teaches English at Newcastle University. She is a contributor to the London Review of Books. Her grandmother worked as a domestic servant.

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Mrs. Woolf and the Servants

An Intimate History of Domestic Life in Bloomsbury


By Alison Light
BLOOMSBURY PRESS
Copyright © 2008

Alison Light
All right reserved.



ISBN: 978-1-59691-560-2



Chapter One The Family Treasure

Does housekeeping interest you at all? I think it really ought to be just as good as writing, and I never see - as I argued the other day with Nessa - where the separation between the two comes in. At least if you must put books on one side and life on t'other, each is a poor and bloodless thing. But my theory is that they mix indistinguishably

Virginia Stephen to Violet Dickinson, December 1906

For Virginia Woolf the past was a house. It was a high old house of several storeys off a narrow, quiet cul-de-sac in a respectable and prosperous part of London: 22 Hyde Park Gate in South Kensington was her home until she was twenty-two and she returned to it constantly in her imagination and in her writing. It was a house full of 'small, oddly shaped rooms', which accommodated her parents' three families - the older Duckworth children from Julia Stephen's first marriage, the younger four Stephen siblings all born there, and Laura Makepeace Stephen, the child of Leslie Stephen's first marriage to one of Thackeray's daughters, 'the idiot', who ended her life in an asylum. Crowded, shared, but also segregated, the house was a space divided between parents and children, men and women, masters and servants. A place of retreat, it was also a workplace. Seven people waited on another eleven; they slept and ate there, in the attics and the basement, living a parallel life. This was the house with its unthinking, pellmell family life, like a great ship packed to the gunnels or a ship of fools, which sailed on blithely for thirteen years of Virginia Stephen's life only to be shipwrecked by her mother's death, 'the greatest disaster that could happen'.

As a child Virginia Stephen was amused and irritated by the servants, the first Pauline, for instance, slow and ruminative, with her odd English-German, fancying herself too good for a maid ('too hard work for that cow' Virginia had scribbled wickedly in her journal when she was fifteen), the clumsy second Pauline with the creaking boots, or the Irish slopper, shrinking when one passed. Jenny, Ellen, Florrie, Maud - they were so straitlaced it was fun shocking them with swearwords and naughtiness or trying to light fires better than they, but really one was too busy with one's own affairs (she was reading Carlyle on the French Revolution, borrowed from her father's library). They were such silly creatures, moved to tears and stillness, 'like tamed beasts', when they listened to music outside the drawing-room door. Yes, she wrote knowingly, their silence was what one craved above all.

Like other upper-middle-class girls, Virginia Stephen lived a cosseted existence, cared for by the servants. She'd been kept clean, fed and watered by them ever since the nursery. She woke to find the curtains drawn and jugs of water placed beside her wash-basin; her clothes - mended, laundered, brushed - were laid out for her; there was help on hand for buttoning boots or putting up her hair with the wretched pins. Of course no one in her circle shopped for food, let alone cooked an egg, or picked up their own clothes from the floor. For young ladies like Miss Stephen servants were largely unremarkable, simply the backdrop to the greater and more interesting drama of growing up. In the diary with which she was experimenting they naturally had the bit-parts, allowing her the lead role. Mocking their antics, or foibles was a matter of playacting or showing off, a bravura performance, since for all her condescension Miss Stephen was more dependent than the skivvy: she couldn't give notice to leave. And 'Ginia' or Jinny, as her father called her, was especially vulnerable since she was prone - as she noted gaily in her journal - to 'lose her wits'. Writing about the servants was light relief, it turned life at Hyde Park Gate into a silly domestic comedy like those French plays at the Criterion or the Playhouse which her father took her to. Servants belonged to a commonsensical world of order and structure, while what happened in the family - madness, death, mourning - took place in a more brutal universe. At times in the Stephen household the drama of growing up seemed worse than tragic: life seemed senseless and shapeless; it had no plot.

Most of the servants at Hyde Park Gate came and went. The Stephens were merely a chapter in their own busy live. Sophie Farrell, the family cook, was the exception. She joined the household in the 1880s and went on working for the family for fifty years. Her life spanned Virginia's, and she kept alive the connection with the values and habits associated with Virginia's long-dead parents, and especially her mother. Virginia kept in touch with Sophie through the years. She became 'old Sophy', an archaic figure in Virginia's imagination, a relic or survival from the past. For Sophie Farrell the celebrated Mrs Leonard Woolf was 'Miss Genia', a nervous, cheerful and sweet little girl.

In the late 1930s when Virginia began her memoirs, she was, like many of us, tempted into nostalgia. Reliving the long warm summers of childhood when the whole family decamped from London to Cornwall, she conjured up feelings of the 'purest ecstasy', of lying in the nursery listening to the waves break on the shore. But immediately she halted this drift. Childhood was also the place of suffering and despair, of waves that smashed rather than lulled. Few now were left who had shared or remembered those early years. She thought OF Sophie Farrell, who had always gone with them to St Ives, and how as children up in the nursery they had lowered down a basket on a string to the kitchen; if Sophie was in a good mood she would fill it with treats, if in a temper she might cut the thread. Now, half a century later, Virginia wondered how the servants had stood their lives. The differences were so horribly apparent - the black beetles and the darkness in Sophie's basement, the threadbare carpet in the maids' attics which had embarrassed even her mother. Only in childhood was it possible to turn a blind eye. Perhaps not even then. Even then the obstinate presence of other people broke in on one's longings and fantasies; the basket came back empty rather than full.

SOPHIE FARRELL AND JULIA STEPHEN

Among the very few mementoes of the servants which can be found in the Virginia Woolf archives at Sussex University are four letters from Sophia Farrell, written to Virginia in the 1930s. After Sophie had retired, Virginia sent her an annual gift of u10, though Sophie had not been in the service of the Stephens for many years but had been working for the Duckworths, the other branch of Virginia's family. 'You are much too good to me,' Sophie writes over and again in her Christmas thank-you letters. 'I don't deserve such kindness. I am sure I don't.' 'I feel so unworthy of it all,' she reiterates. 'What a dear good generious [sic] lady you are to be so good & kind to me.' Sophie writes as she talks and spells 'by ear', her careful hand taking pains to be read. Her script belongs to an age when the majority of poor children were lucky to get their 'letters'. Virginia's flowing hand, by contrast, has all the casual illegibility of the socially confident. Always Sophie signs herself 'your obedient servant' or 'yours obediently, Sophia'. A conventional enough tag, 'I remain your obedient servant' might have been found at the bottom of letters from solicitors or officials well into the twentieth century. In Sophia Farrell's case it was not merely a form of words.

In the letters Sophie is both humble and snobbish, frequently mentioning her connection to the family and reminding Virginia how long she has known her: in December 1935, for instance, she calculates 'it will be 50 years on the 8th of next April that I first saw you', which means that she began her service to Julia and Leslie Stephen in the spring of 1886 when Virginia was four years old. The following Christmas of 1936 she mentions again, 'it's 50 years last Friday that I first cooked your Christmas dinner'. What news, she asks, of 'Miss Nessa and her charming children' or 'Master Adrian', how clever 'Master Julian' must be, how grateful she is that 'Mr and Mrs Gerald' (Duckworth) gave her luncheon or that she spent Christmas with Lady Margaret. How could someone who was shunted between members of the Stephen family when it suited them, unceremoniously dropped when they no longer needed her, who earnt a pittance compared to their substantial incomes, and who ultimately was left in old age with handouts and a rented room, be so content with the scraps from their table? Yet not a hint, not a scintilla of resentment; rather the reverse - 'Still I feel young & allway happy. I wish it all could come over again.'

Sophie's letters have a directness and a pathos but even so they make dodgy evidence. Letters are always written with one eye on the recipient, 'to spray an atmosphere round one', as Virginia once put it, and the image of the devoted and loyal old retainer was what Sophie wanted to create. In the old adage a servant is only as good as his master and Sophie's deliberate self-abasement is, paradoxically, the source of her self-esteem. The letters display Sophie's character by offering a testimonial to the family. And each declaration of her long service also celebrates her pride in her own longevity, the fact of survival, an achievement in itself for the labouring poor. 'I allways feel so proud that I was your servant for so many years,' she wrote to the famous author in December 1939. 'It gives me so much to think of now I am old. For in a little over a year I shall be 80.' After fifty years of being a servant, if Sophie Farrell could no longer believe in the ideals of service and in her own usefulness, what sense would she make of her life?

Hardly any letters from the Woolfs' servants were kept. Live-in servants naturally had few occasions to write them and the rest of Sophie's correspondence has disappeared. Virginia - or Leonard - probably held on to these few because they had passing references to the old days at Hyde Park Gate and St Ives. Virginia's relationship to Sophie was inherited from her mother and was part of her own prehistory, the early years of childhood before her mother's death. In Virginia's fiction and essays the figure of the Victorian servant, shadowy versions of Sophie, conjured a complex mixture of feelings, of longing, of rage and of guilt. In one of her manifestations the Victorian servant was the good servant who gave unstintingly, a nurturing, maternal presence. She was also an embodiment of dependence, which for a later generation looked less like love or loyalty than power and subservience, and for Virginia herself was an acute reminder of her own defencelessness.

* * *

Nothing is dearer to the conservative imagination, be it that of the master or the servant, than the figure of 'the family treasure', the old retainer become friend, or indeed 'almost a member of the family' (a great deal depends upon that 'almost'). Yet this nostalgic vision obscures how temporary and mobile a form of employment service actually was. Very few of Sophie's generation, born in the middle of the nineteenth century, stayed in their 'places' for more than a year or two; most changed situations far more frequently, and the majority left to get married. In the 1860s there were over a million servants and around 400,000 single-servant households in Britain. Nearly 40 per cent of all women servants were aged under twenty. Like scores of others before and since her time, Sophie Farrell was not born a servant but had service thrust upon her; like so many others, she was a migrant, travelling hundreds of miles to the city to live and work in a stranger's house. She was propelled into serving others by a society which had no other use for poor girls from the country, though she, like the other servants in this book, was fortunate in her employers, and worked hard to make something of what had been made of her.

Though its cities grew at an astonishing rate and the urban population's demand for servants grew with it, Britain in the mid-nineteenth century was still a predominantly agricultural society and work on the land was the largest employer of the nation. Domestic service came second, but it was the chief employer of women. Since the enclosure of land in the eighteenth century, however, with the disappearance of smallholdings and the smaller farms, female servants who had formerly worked in husbandry, as dairymaids, on the land or as house servants, were finding fewer and fewer jobs. Employment at the 'big house' on country estates was always hard to come by and in the last quarter of the nineteenth century the agricultural depression drove more and more country men and women into the towns. Sophie was one of those country girls who made up the staple of urban domestic servants, driven into service by sheer economics as much as by any desire to serve.

Sophia Farrell was born on 13 May 1861 in Ranby, a tiny village on the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds, whose smooth, rolling chalk uplands, marked by steep hills and dotted with woodlands, were quite unlike the flat stretches of marsh or fen country elsewhere in the county. In Ranby the Farrells lived in one of the cottages at Cross Road, next to the estate of the local landowner, Sir Francis Otter, for whom Charles Farrell, Sophie's father, was a gardener. Her mother, Ann, was a laundress on the estate. Otter was small fry as far as the county went but Ranby with its handful of tenants was effectively his fiefdom. The Farrells had two other little girls, Frances and Mary, Sophie's older sisters, and the census for 1861 also gives another domestic servant as lodging with the Farrell family, Emma Richardson, who was eighteen. Most likely she too worked for the estate. Within two or three years the family had moved to West Barkwith, a few miles away, equally tiny and remote. In the 1860s there were about 150 inhabitants in the village, mostly labourers working for a few farms; there was the church, All Saints, and the rectory. Sophie's father got a job working for the rector, the Reverend Edward Archer (MA, Trinity College Dublin), as a groom, looking after the horses and the garden. Sophie's childhood was spent in the purlieus of the rectory.

In a later sketch of a family cook, based on her talks with Sophie, Virginia Woolf recast her as 'Biddy Brien', once an 'O' Brien' and a Catholic. If the Farrells were originally O'Farrell, the evidence is hard to find. It's just possible that they emigrated from Ireland in the 1820s when the Irish first came over to Lincolnshire in large numbers for the harvest. Sophie's grandfather Michael Farrell can be found in Binbrook, another village on the Wolds, where labourers hired themselves out for seasonal tasks; unlike West Barkwith, it was an 'open' village (with an absentee landlord) and had a history of migration and discontent. Sophie's aunt, Hannah, was born in Binbrook but her father, Charles, grew up in the market town of Louth, and both were baptized Protestants. With its elegant Georgian streets, Louth was a prosperous place with plenty of carriage-folk and coaching inns, and at the time of the census of 1851, when he reached his majority, Charles was living there with Hannah and his brother-in-law Edward, working as a groom. In 1859 he married Ann Brown, a local girl, the daughter of a labourer. She made her mark in the register since she could not write her own name. Charles gave his father's profession as 'stonemason'.

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Table of Contents


List of Illustrations and Picture Credits     xi
Preface     xiii
Prologue     1
The Family Treasure     7
Sophie Farrell and Julia Stephen     11
Miss Genia and Sophie Farrell     40
Housemaids' Souls     79
Edith Sichel and Lottie Hope     83
Mrs Woolf, Mrs Bell and 'the Click'     114
The Question of Nelly     161
Virginia Woolf and Nellie Boxall     165
Memoirs of a Lavatory Attendant     223
Mrs Woolf and 'Mrs Gape'     227
Afterlives     279
Postscript     313
Biographical Notes on the Servants     315
Notes     325
Bibliography     349
Acknowledgements     359
Index     363
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2013

    Recommended

    Well-written and informative. This book covered a great deal of information about the Bloomsbury group and their servants.

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    Pass this one up!

    Boring, boring! Save your time and $. Oh and did I mention tedious?

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    Can i please join...............................................................................

    Name Astrokit, eye color gold, fur gingy at head and neck, tawny at belly, and gray at tail, im an orphan looking for a clan and im a tom.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2014

    Goldenhearts bio♨※&star

    Name:goldenheheart <p> gender:&female <p> pelt color:tanish like sand <p> mate,kits,crush:none <p> clan:lightclan<p> rank:warrior <p> eye color:blue <p> personality:nice,loyal,uses good grammar unless i dont know how to spell the word,willing to die protecting my clan,protecrive,loving,sweet,fierce,strong,dosent back down from fights <p> ANYTHING ELSE JUST ASK siggy:&#9832&#9251&star

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2014

    Wingdust

    Name: wingdust (wingstar)
    Age: 67 moons.
    Gender tom.
    Appearance he has a ginger coat green eyes and a gray birth mark in the shape of a wing on his right paw.
    Personality:meet him.
    Mate: thornfall
    Kits: sunstar,mossflame.
    Rank: elder.
    History: join when e was just 3 moons old back when the camp was at light sky stay with th clan th entire time eventualy become deputy then leader then retired.
    Anything else just ask

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2014

    Silverleaf and Rainkit

    ||•|| Silverleaf is a silver she. Her eyes ae blue. Her mate is Tigerpelt. Her kits are Rainkit, Tiggerkit, and Duskkkit. <||•||> Rainkit: a grey she with blue eyes. She is 2 moons old.||•||

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2014

    &hearts♡<_>Greypebble♡&hearts

    &hearts<_>Name -- Greypebble<br>
    &#9825<_>Rank -- warrior<br>
    &hearts<_>Clan -- StarClan<br>
    &#9825<_>Gender -- &male tom<br>
    &hearts<_>Looks -- dark grey with pebblelike spots, black star on left ear et green eyes<br>
    &#9825<_>Mate -- Smallmouth<br>
    &hearts<_>Ex-mate -- Hollyflight<br>
    &#9825<_>Kits -- Hollyflight: *Blueripple* (&female) et *Whitefoot* (&female adopted)<br>
    Smallmouth: *Waterripple*, *Sneakshadow* (&female)<br>
    &hearts<_>Personality -- irrational aet oftens feels he can do what he wants, no matter the consequences<br>
    &#9825<_>History -- died from a badger attack, along with his mate<br>
    &hearts<_>Other -- ask

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2012

    Training hollow

    Mentors and apprentices train here

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    Posted September 7, 2010

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