Username: DragonFlower
Number: 6
Gender: Male
Name: Jester
Story:[Erm... This shall be his history. If you'd like the reason I'd want this cat.... I just think he's adorable. I also adore cats, I often make them characters in stories (Short or novel length) too. So it certaintly wouldn't be neglected. >3]
Jester was born to A calico she-cat, Silvia, in a litter of five. Three females, a calico (Paler, though) like Silvia called Tiger, a jet black one with a single white left front paw called Tadpole, and a ginger colored one called Holly. There where the two males, A white one with dark gray flecks called Ruhnte (Run-yeti), and then there was Jester. Jester was the smallest of his litter, and also the oddest colored one in several feline's opinions. Silvia had to raise the litter alone, which was a extremely hard job. She had to keep all of the litter fed, herself fed, protect the litter from predators, keep them warm, and still be there to raise and teach them properly. So, as it is easily suggested, none of the five knew there real father. However, as a result, not of the rather large litter could possibly survive. Even at Silvia's best; she still couldn't give enough of anything without help mainly due to the fact on how large the litter was. (For a single-working she-cat, that is.) One night when Silvia had gone off to hunt, Holly hadn't managed to cuddle together with the others. She'd simply made it to one end of the make-shift nest, and didn't bother to find her way to her siblings. Unluckily, mainly for Holly, by doing so, She had frozen to death. The next to go was Ruhnte. He was picked off by a small, scruffy fox before Silvia could chase it away. With only three kits left, Silvia did her best to keep them alive. At two months old, Tiger died. She fell into a fast-flowing river, and Silvia was unable to grab her. Grief-stricken, Silvia almost completely forbidded her two remaining kits from venturing from there nest any longer.
Although Silvia tried her best to keep Tadpole and Jester inside the protection of there birthing place, it was impossible to contain playful children forever. As soon as Silvia took a hunting trip, the two took off. Exploring was the most fun Jester ever remembered having without thinking before taking off. Suprisingly, the two didn't get into major trouble. There mother found them before-hand.
As, Jester is quite the young cat, He hasn't had much of a adventful life besides this. He'd learned how to think things out and simple logic, even if he didn't exactly know how he'd learned it. Although smart, Jester really has no idea how he knows all these things, one day, he just learned them.
