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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent][justify][size=8]character name:
james

gender: male.
clan: boneclan.
rank: warrior.
age: twenty-four moons
mate: none
apprentice: none
kin: none

well hello. it seems you have stumbled upon le thread of mine. first are a few pointers, just in case you read on and get all exited. only to be shot back down. okie dokie then,
o you must be an advanced roleplayer. please!
o please be museful. you can't roleplay very well with a dead muse.
o be active.
o hps realations are loved, as are hps themselves.
okay. lets get started!

it all started one day. i was sitting here at my computer, thinking to myself 'hey! i should make a boneclan cat!'. well, i did. now i am completely in love with my little james. well, as i roleplayed him, i started to develop this plot. now, i will share it with you.

it was a beautiful day. the sun was shining, a faint breeze winded it's was between the paws of every warrior in riverclan. a first-time queen sat watching her kits, pride glowing in her eyes. james had been given a loner name, after his father. yes, his father was a loner. his brother, correctly named runkit, believed otherwise. he said the leader of riverclan himself was their father, and was too ashamed to claim james as his own. james always dismissed this with a flick of his little tail because it was, of course, not true. however, runkit did not stop. he did not stop until virtually every feline who ever lived in riverclan knew about it. guess who got the 'short end of the stick'? poor. little. james.
james was bullied from then on out.
day to day, back to back. they even made a game out of his desolate plea to be 'liked'. pin the tail on the james. cats would come up behind him, long leaves in the jaws, and stick it onto james's little flanks with thorns. whoever's leaf stayed on the longest won. after this 'game', james would run away. far, far down by the river. where he would cry. his mother done nothing for him. she often watched these cats abuse her son. she would sometimes laugh at his pain-filled cries. he would look into the water and scream at himself. curse himself for being... him. his eyes were too ugly, his ears too big. he was too skinny or too stupid. the end. he hated himself. one lonely night, he decided what to do. he looked into the water, breathing deeply as he prepared to jump.
then he heard it. a voice. a shecat.

part two--

james and this shecat get along, eventually becoming mates. they are apprentices at this point. the two had gotten into the habit of going out for midnight strolls by the riverside. the place he had nearly committed suicide. one night on this 'stroll', they were captured by a patrol of boneclan cats 'passing through' his territory. they are taken back to boneclan, ultimately thrown in the dungeon where him and ( shecat name here ) are tortured and starved. one day, a tom high on catnip kills james's mate in cold blood, right in front of him. no matter how much james beats on the rusty cage bars, nobody listens to him. nobody care. now, it is his turn to die. as the tom advanced closer, james made a promise he regrets every day, for the rest of his life.

I will join your clan if you spare my life.

well, look where that got him. now, he is a beaten member of boneclan. still making his dwelling in the stinking, rotting dungeon where his life fell apart. he releases prisoners from time to time, but doesn't start anything he cannot finish.

part three-- {optional;;HP relations needed}

james is beaten, wore down. he has to plead for his life each time a boneclanner approaches. he releases this very peculiar shecat, who was acting as she had never seen anything like this before. the shecat expresses her gratitude, then scampers away into places unknown. time passes, james is still bullied when word reaches his ear.
'( enter hp here )'s daughter saved by unknown hero'

Bio--It isn't completely finished yet.