Username: Norika
Ratlet Number: 2
Why do you want to adopt? He is super cute and has very pretty markings
Rat Name: Inky
Personality: (Likes, dislikes, how they react to people, other rats, etc.) This little rat loves to play with his brothers and sisters. He doesn't like people that try to pick him up with their face right near him saying weird things like coochycoo and stuff like that. He loves people that talk to him quietly and stroke him gently. He will cuddle up and sleep on that person's hand. He only likes rats he knows, like his parents and siblings, but if he get's to know another rat he will learn to love them!
Quirks: (Little things like "Enjoys sleeping on her back", "Loves hoarding candy wrappers", etc.) Curls up in gentle hands belonging to people that treat him well.
What do you plan on doing with your rat? (Roleplay, Make art of, Hoard art of, etc.) I will probably use him in my charrie collab. I will do that or make story about him.
If you feel you can no longer care for your Rat, will you return it here to find a new home? Yes, but I will NEVER give him up. Not if it's the last thing I do.
Artwork/Story? I looked at my father, he really didn't look hopeful. My mother was lying in the cage, in the bedding. sniffing at her hind legs, waiting, my siblings would come soon. When they were born mother flopped her head onto the bedding and stayed there, only twitching her small, skinny tail. I wondered whether she would get up today, whether I would have to help father take care of the ratlets on our own. But no! Mother survived the birth of three ratlets! I was so happy. Mother rubbed her nose against her ratlets, saying they were th emost beautiul things she had ever seen. Of course she couldn't forget me! Or could she? I stared at mother and my sisters and brothers, I ran into the house and stayed there, I didn't eat that night.
I looked at mother, she stared at me and I remembered I had to go with the other ratlets to be adopted. I hope I go to a great home, with someone who will treat me like a rat, a wonderful rat. I looked at my parents and they cried until they had forgotten that we had gone. The next day, allot of children came into the shop. My chance to go! I thought. Mother and father were so happy to see us all grown up. We were moved o the ratlet adoptions in Chitter Squeak Rattery. This is my last day I live with my parents, I muttered. I cried too. Goodbye, mother and father, I held the bars of the cage and accepted I was going.









