Username:above_all_else
Rat Number:Unwanted One
Why do you want to adopt? Well, I tried out before for a ratlet, but I just love how this rat looks all grown up! She's just adorable. Also, I want a rat in teal life, but can't have one because my stepmom is not a fan of rodents...
Rat Name: Carmel Apple
Personality: (Likes, dislikes, how they react to people, other rats, etc.) Since she's been in the 'pound' her whole life, she is skittish around people. She hasn't bonded to anyone, but with some TLC, she'll become the perfect pet!
Quirks: (Little things like "Enjoys sleeping on her back", "Loves hoarding candy wrappers", etc.)She hoards soft, fuzzy items like little blankets, lint, feathers, and scraps of cloth. They help her feel safe and secure.
What do you plan on doing with your rat? (Roleplay, Make art of, Hoard art of, etc.)I will write stories about my little rat, make art of her in Real Life, and on here.
By posting this form you understand that this Rat has been through enough and needs a stable home.
Will you promise to take care of you Rat and ensure that it is not neglected?I do promise- and I will keep her forever^^.
Artwork/Story?Carmel squeaked quietly, shuffling around her new . She burrowed into the soft bedding, shredding the cloth scraps under the small wooden house. With a contented sigh, she settled down, her whiskers twitching as she looked around. A song came on the radio in the large room outside her cage. The room shook softly, and she crawled over to the bars of her cage, leaning against them, her muzzle sticking out between the bars. She sniffled softly, the tempting smell of freshly picked, ripe carrots tickled her nose as she leaned forward. A face appeared in front of her, huge and scary as the room stopped shaking. The face was almost a fifth as big as her home. She squealed in horror, leaping back as her cage door opened and a hand slowly pushed inside, the fingers unfolding to reveal a bit of carrot and a handful of sweetened grain. Jane sniffed softly, her eyes large as she crept forward, her paws entering the foreign territory of the hand, and she lunged forwards, grabbing a mouthful of grain before skittering back to her house to eat. A soft laugh came from the human as she drew her hand back, latching the cage as she left her new pet to eat.