A/N: Written for the A Prompt Per Pokemon Challenge, Sneasel – write at least 30 words.
Preparing for a Territorial War
She sharpened her claws on the rock.
They made a grating sound that sent the zubat flying in fear, and she smirked.
Let them run. She'd take care of them if they didn't. She was stronger and faster than them and they knew it. A single swipe of her claws and they'd be splayed little guts on the cave walls.
But she had bigger fish to fry. The dragons who thought they could waltz in as soon as the winter was over.
The ice pokemon weren't so amiable, or so week. They would drive them out.
She would drive them out.