Hello peoples! My name's Robin Smith, but you can call me Robin. This is my very first story on , so please, no bashing. This is the first Yoshi fanfic I've ever written. Please tell me what you think!

Yoshi felt the breeze ruffle the fur on his head.

Not again. Why does it happen all the time?

He looked down at soft grass on top of the large slope. He kicked a flower, knocking it to the large field far below him.

Why me? Why any of us? Why can't she save herself for a change?

Yoshi shook the dark thoughts from his head. It wasn't Croshi's fault Bowser Jr. was after her all the time. He shut his eyes to imagine the creature's large castle. It had many large, gray bricks, and turtles with boomerangs blocked the doors. There was no way the crimson-colored yoshi princess could get out by herself.

She counts on me. Yoshi repeated the words silently to himself. He turned and walked down the hill, back under the oak tree where he and his friends lived.

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"What?!" Roshi shrieked, spitting out watermelon seeds. Broshi grumbled to himself as they pelted him in the face.

Yoshi sighed. "She sent me a letter."

"I need proof!" Roshi put her hands on her hips. "I not saving any princess until I see proof."

Yoshi sighed and turned around to fumble through the pile of papers on his wooden shelf. "Ah, here it is," he muttered, pulling out a bright blue piece of paper. Roshi struggled to hold back a laugh, spitting out more watermelon seeds in the process. "She sent you a blue paper?"

"Knock it off!" Oshi frowned, wiping seeds off of her lap.

"Stop!" Yoshi said, his eyes fixed on the paper. "This is serious. Croshi needs our help, you guys."

Gloshi nodded. "He's right."

All of the yoshis began protesting. Yoshi tried to yell, but his voice was lost on the clamoring. Then, one yoshi's voice ruled over all. "Yoshi, read it!" Yellowshi persisted.

"Everyone, listen to Yoshi!" Gloshi ordered.

Everyone went silent as Yoshi began to read from the cerulean paper.

"Dear Yoshi and all of his companions,"

Roshi chortled at the title, earning a glare from Gloshi and a "shhh!" from Loshi.

"As you know, Bowser Jr. is quite powerful. I've taken another "visit" to his castle. They've kept me in the second dungeon to the attic. Please, you have to come help me. I'm begging you!

The worst part is, I've found out secrets that I shouldn't know. They're terrible- I don't know whether to believe them or not.

You should probably know I have a sister. Her name is Lavoshi. After my older brother passed away and I got the throne, she was quite disappointed.. I had no idea she was so disappointed as to make a pact with Bowser Jr."

Poshi screamed in shock, then clamped a hand over her mouth. "Wh-what?" Yellowshi gulped.

"Continue," Roshi stammered.

Yoshi took a deep breath, then continued the letter.

"What scared me more was the fact that the guards that carried me away to my room were yoshis."

All of the yoshis in the room were silent. Yellowshi exchanged a glance of misery with her twin, Oshi. Yoshi saw Loshi trembling as his brother Gloshi comforted him. Roshi stared at Yoshi with large green eyes.

"Lemme see that," she said quickly. She ripped the paper from Yoshi's grasp and read it over. "Wow…" she said, more to herself than anyone. "Can- can I read it, Yoshi?" After he nodded, she began.

"I tried to speak to them, but Bowser Jr. only whipped them.

Yoshi, that means I have another request from you and your friends. I'd also like it if you saved these Yoshis before something bad becomes of them; more pain, or even death.

I'd like you all to know that I think you're amazing, and that I know you can do it. I expect you to be there, Yoshi; I know I can count on you.

Sincerely,

Croshi"

"There's a heart next to her name," Roshi grumbled.

"I think she loves you," Yellowshi sang.

"When were you going to tell us, Yoshi?" Oshi teased.

"That's not important!" Yoshi angrily said. "We need to leave immediately."

Broshi raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you mean by 'immediately'?"

Yoshi hesitated. They needed to leave as soon as possible. They could get there too late if they lingered at the oak for much longer.

"We're leaving tomorrow," He nodded. "Everyone get whatever you need right now. We're leaving at dawn."