Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon
I could feel my gut clench inside my stomach.
I, Rattata, was being hunted
Stupid Trainers. This world was once under the influence humans would be the pets and we'd be the masters—I see the irony here. No one expected them to hold a revolution. A resistance against all our kind. So we make a challenge, see how long it would take to catch us. I'll be weaving my claws at all of them before I sit on my knees and call them "master." The tiniest of my kin, the ones no one expects to be capable for anything, are the dangerous ones of all.