Jester's Secrets

[{Robinpelt}]

Jester limped on alone. The abandoned Twoleg nest lay in front of him, where he lived alone.
But he had not always been alone.
His family was gone now, but he remembered them as if they had been with him just yesterday. They had been a happy family: a mother, father, a sister, brother, and a grandfather.
But they were gone now. Torn apart, burnt, crushed, starved, run over.
Leaving only a dark gray tom with a limp.
Pitiful.
Jester heard barking close by. He forced his lame leg to work faster, harder. Away from the killers, away from the monsters that had given him this limp.
The abandoned Twoleg nest was only a few tail lengths away-
Barking. BARKING. Louder and louder and-
Three large dogs stood growling in front of him.
Jester stood completely still, his dark fur bristling in fear, his eyes wide.
Fighting was definitely out of the question. There were three of them, and one of him. They were huge anyway, he couldn't lay a claw on even one of them.
So was running. He hadn't ran in a while, ever since the accident. The dogs were too fast anyway. He wished he could fly away...
Wait! Maybe... The trees!
Jester slowly, slowly, edged towards his left. The dogs beady eyes followed him warily. A tail length from the tree, he leaped up in a flash. But things didn't turn out as he had anticipated...

Jester now found himself dangling by his front paws one fox length from the ground, all three dogs barking and snapping at his heels. He tried to haul himself up, but his paws only slipped from the branch more.
"H- help!" Jester was desperate. No one was around to help, but he cried for it anyway.
"HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP!" Jester screamed.
But he could see no one.

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Zamille was old.

She didn't think much about it, just accepted it and moved on. Still, she didn't like the way her limbs ached every morning when she woke up, or the way she had trouble sleeping at night. She had heard of the term "the young and the restless" but she found herself more restless than she had been as an adolescent cat.

Here she was, having just risen from her den not so long ago. She recently decided to start sleeping at night since her vision starting failing ever so slightly. At least in the daytime, she could see without using her whiskers.

She was heading for the old abandoned house, hoping to catch some easy mice for the day's meal. As she approached it, a feeling of dread dropped in the pit of her stomach. She witnessed the loping shape of a cat bounding across the clearing, on his heels were three large dogs. She could've sworn the cat looked young enough to escape this ordeal with his life. But as she started to turn away, something snatched her attention and stopped her; this cat was limping. Limping while trying to escape. He had either been recently mangled or he was born with some sort of deformed foot.

Either way, Zamille watched with new concern. She did not like dogs, did not like to see the way they treated other things. Killed without reason, or cause, and left their carcasses to pointlessly rot.

She was relieved when the young tom neared a tree. He would be safe up there till the canines grew bored and left.

But a gasp of horror escaped her gullet when she saw the cat's triumphant leap - and the failure.

"Confound it! Now an old hag has to do the rescuing?!"

Fearlessly, Zamille began pounding forward hard on all paws. She felt more irritation than dread that the young cat couldn't even help himself. Now she was stuck saving his sorry flea-bitten rump.

With a hiss Zamille leapt at the first dog she came to, letting out a blood-curling scream and aiming her teeth for the dogs throat. If she landed target, the dog would be momentarily stunned, and the other dogs' attention would be turned away from the dangling cat in the tree.

And, hopefully, he'd be smart enough to take his chance and scramble for safety.

[{Robinpelt}]

Jester gasped as his paws slipped from the tree a little, closer to the baring fangs of the canines. He was sure there was no way out when a horrifying screech filled the air and rang in his ears. And old she cat had leaped at one of the dogs neck, stunning it.
Jester realized that this was an ideal time to climb onto the branch. Carefully, the dark gray tom hoisted up his chest, then his left leg, until he was lying on his stomach, both legs hanging on either side of the branch.
He glanced down at the old she cat. He stood, even though his crippled and tired right leg screamed in retaliation.
"Hey! Up here! Come on!" he cried to her, hoping he hadn't caused another death due to his foolishness.

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The dog was surely stunned by the sudden limp weight hanging from his throat. Zamille felt the blood gushing through her teeth, tasting of copper and almost choking her. She released as soon as the dog regained balance and it began to shake its head angrily. The two other brutes had turned their attention to her as well, and she felt it was time to get a move on before she was a dog's catnip.

Spitting with rage at the stupidity of the creatures, she dodged the fangs of one of the them and ran though its legs, straight for the tree. She clung to the bark and pulled a few claws as she raced up the trunk in a matter of seconds. Before long she was spitting curse words down at the three as they clawed at the tree trunk and stared up at the two cats.

"Mangy mongrels, flea-bitten fools," she growled, as she sat close to Jester.

She always did have fun teasing dogs. They were too impulsive and ran only on instinct, not tact or cleverness. The blood of the first dog still stained her muzzle, so she began to lap at her chops and wipe some away with a paw.

[{Robinpelt}]

The dark gray tom limped carefully up to the old she cat. "Excuse me," He said. "Thank you. I couldn't have gotten away without your help. I believe I owe you my life."

Jester hated dogs. They were stupid, gullible, selfish creatures that would leave their own kill to rot. Flea ridden hairballs...
Jester's fur stood up on end when the dogs lept up at the branch the two cats were on and barked their empty little heads off. "Come on," Jester insisted to the older cat. "We can run on the branches of the trees. Theyll be easy to run on." He said that last part more to himself than the old she cat. He hoped that it wasnt too hard. His crippled leg hurt alot, like it was on fire. It couldnt support him much longer, he knew.
It was terrible, having a useless leg. It couldn't support Jester, and it wore out easily. He let it hover an inch from the branch, not letting it touch the solid object that held the two cats, in fear of the burning sensation it let off in his back leg. He hoped the tree didn't fall. He had had bad memories of that.
And he hoped that there wasnt a Thunderpath anywhere. Jester would not cross it.
Never.

[Stormfire]

Shadow padded through the patched of small trees, a small rabbit in his jaws. He was heading towards the old Twoleg nest for a rest and a place to eat his kill. As he neared the clearing, he heard a series of loud screeches followed by a low guttural barking. He raced towards the sound, his prey still in his jaws.

Shadow could see the nest now. He could also spot 3 large dogs looking up a tree. Raising his glance, Shadow saw a small, battered tom, and.. Ha! The same cat who had insulted his pride at the pond. He smirked now, seeing her trapped state. Never the less, she didn't deserve to die for an insult, so, a plan forming in his mind, Shadow took a step forward.

"Hey, mouse-brains!" He called to the dogs. He saw their attention shift towards him. "I have something for you!" Mustering all of the strenght in his neck, Shadow threw the rabbit he still carried as far away from the tree as he could. Two of the dogs seemed to take the bait, running towards the catch. The third one simply began to growl at Shadow. "So, your the smart one, huh?" He muttered more to himself then the dog. "Let's get this over with, then." He ran at the dog, trying to show no fear. As he got closer and closer to the dog, his black pelt stood more and more up. Bunching his muscles, he leapt..

He landed close to the dogs side, and raked his claws down its rough hide. It turned and snapped at him, its front tooth catching his ear. Yelping suddenly in shock, Shadow turned back to the dog and leapt at its eyes. He felt his claw pierce tissue.. The dog whined in pane, its right eye gushing blood. Seeing its hesitation, Shadow jumped again and bit down on its nose. The dog yapped again, but then commenced trying to shake him off.

Flying across the clearing, Shadow landed in a heap by the Twoleg nest. Clambering to his feat, he realized he could not beat the dog alone. "Get down here!" He called to the other two cats. "We can beat it!"

[{Robinpelt}]

Jester couldnt fight anything. His leg was screaming for a rest, but the black tom's words inspired him to fight. Screwing up his courage, the dark grey cat gave his injured leg a shake and jump down onto the dog's back, hissing and biting its ears, clawing it's eyes and neck.
Blood gushed at his paws where they met the brute's eyes, and he tasted a sharp copper where he bit its ears tightly in his jaws. The dog shook its head harshly, trying to throw the crippled tom off.
Jester scratched the dogs neck, blood welling up, when the dog turned its broad head, grabbed Jester by the flank, and threw him on the ground. As Jester tried to land on his feet, his leg gave out, too tired to support him.

Jester crumpled to the ground, humiliated and his leg burning

[Stormfire]

Eyes alight with battle and rage, Shadow saw the injured tom throw himself into the fray, only to be tossed aside by the dog. He admired the cat's courage, although he had been primarly talking to the older but un-injured cat.

Shadow sprinted back towards the dog and quickly darted under its belly, slashing a thin line with his long claws. As the dog turned to face him, Shadow attempted at swiping its front paw out from under it. It took a quick step away from him, and bit down hard on Shadow's tail.

A yowl of pain cut through the air, coming sirectly from the black cat by the Twoleg nest. Shadow pulled his tail out of the dog's mouth and drove his claw into its eye. As it reeled back on its hind legs, he bit down on the dogs exposed throat. He was determined not to let go.

[Bear]

I saw many people are being confused about this subject so I'm going to clear it up once and for all.

Advertising in posts:
NOT ALLOWED! Adoptables are NOT allowed to be posted into topics and posts on this forum, not even Dragonadopters adoptables.


Advertising in signature:
EVERYTHING is allowed in the signature. You can advertise ANY adoptable in your signature as long as the adoptable image isn't bigger than 150px in height OR a regular image bigger than 100px in height.


Advertising in the Adoptables Lair:
Only from sites we currently have an affiliation with. If you want to advertise unsupported adoptables in the Adoptables Lair that aren't on our list, then get me in touch with the administrator of that site and we'll work something out. We're glad to affiliate with other sites.
EVERYTHING is allowed in the Adoptables Lair now. You can advertise ANY adoptable there.


This is all clear if you read the RULES and the Introduction in the Adoptables Lair. I don't see why people get confused about this.

From the rules:

RULE 13 However, you're free to advertise ANY kind of adoptable in your signature. For example, you can put Dragoncave dragons and PokePlushies adoptables in your signature as long as their picture isn't above 150px height.

RULE 15 Advertising your adoptables outside your signature or the Adoptables Lair is strictly prohibited on this forum. Also posting level up requests is not allowed. For example, a post on the forum saying "please click on the adoptables in my signature". All such posts and similar will be deleted.


On a final note, you're FREE to discuss about ANY other adoptables sites in our General Discussion area. Please don't accuse me that you're forbbiden to talk about other adoptables sites.

If you have any questions about advertising adoptables, ask them here.

Thank you.

~Draconis