A/N: Written for the A Prompt Per Pokemon Challenge, Snivy – clipped tail.
Clipped Tail
For a bird it was called clipping wings. But she didn't have wings. Just a tail.
The loss of freedom was just the same though. Being unable to run in the grass to its leisure. Being unable to feel the sun on her back, or the water between her little feet and on her toes.
All there was was the cramped space in her Poke ball between battles. And when she came out it was only to fight and win, or lose, and then return to the Poke ball again. Nothing outside that and battles. When she lost she licked her wounds inside until she was called out for battle again.
It wasn't like she could run anyway.