Username:
T R U T H
Ratlet Number:
1
Why do you want to adopt?
It looks pretty. And it would be perfect because it has my two favorite colors
Rat Name:
Bleus-verts(blue-green in French)
Personality:
She's a happy-go-lucky kind of gal that loves to play around. She's careful and curious abou the world and loves exploring and looking around. Because of her personality, she will tinker with stuff until she figures out how it works.
Quirks:
she likes collecting random items, like gears and plastic, and making little inventions that may or may not work.
What do you plan on doing with your rat?
RL art
If you feel you can no longer care for your Rat, will you return it here to find a new home?
Yes. I really wouldn't let it just be all alone.
Artwork/Story?
I looked around the ship. Giant crates that were made of metal towered over the sky, completely blocking out the sun. I covered my eyes with my paw. We're almost there! I thought as I saw large,black-
brown buildings in the distance. I wonder what I'll see when I get there,I mused,I cant even think of what I can tinker and build with there!My tail quivered in exitement, ears twitching. As soon as I felt the boat stop moving, I moved torwards my exit- a small, ground low porthole that I could easly open. My golden eyes shone as I looked at the small city.Wow! This place is so big!I glanced around,ears turning to hear anything they could. I padded away to see a small human child, crying. Now why is she crying?I thought. Having a soft spot for human children I went to the child as fast as I could. The black-haired little girl glanced down at me.She went and hugged me, gently and carefully she picked me up, as if she was afraid to break me.She looked at my body and I shrank, afraid of being tossed away becouse of my colors- trust me, it happened before."
Vous avez l'air différent, je vais vous nommer, après vos couleurs, bleu-vert. Votre nom est bleu-vert. Ne vous est égal d'être mon animal de compagnie?"I tilted my head at the strange language. I only knew one human languege, and that is english. I think she understood. She said in english"You look different, I'll name you after your colors, blue-green. You name is Blue-green. Do you mind being my pet?" I nodded my head, because i had nowhere else to stay, and this child is willingly giving me a place to stay. I was lifted up by her hands, cuppung around me to make sure i didn't fall. She carried me in a small muslin purse that I havent notaced and kissed my forhead. In a french accent she said "Love you dearly,
Bleu-
verts"
She carried me into her home, it was a simple apartment with large oak doors. She turend a strange thing on the door-I'll have to figure out what that is later- and it opened. It led to a large living room with a chandelier,light cream walls, and it reminded me of my old home.
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Fire. all that I could remember on that day was fire.The way fire licks its prey before swallowing it whole, casing havoc and destruction. I remember how it felt on my fur, the sting, the heat. I remember the panic and adrenaline and me shouting my families name and a familiar voice shouting mine. I can only hope that they got out of there safely.
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