The sky was a deep gray. It was midnight on One Island. A sleek Umbreon leaped onto a rock, using his keen senses to lead through the desolate landscape. "Shh. This way," he hissed. Three other creatures, stealthy yet uncertain, followed behind. The group quietly made its way to the center of a sandy pit. Though it was late, they were looking for prey, as their tribe was famished from the drought. Little did they know, there were other pokemon nearby, silently watching from a distance. They slowly stalked over to the Umbreon and his teammates, not being noticed. The youngest of the group, a shiny male Jigglypuff, looked around in fear. He looked over to the Umbreon. "Umbra… I'm having a bad feeling about this…" Umbra loomed over the Jigglypuff, baring his teeth as he growled, "This is a stealth mission, Beryl. We can't succeed if you continue to pester me." Beryl cowered away from Umbra and continued walking. As if on cue, a shrill squeak was heard, surprising the group. A large frog-like creature leaped out from behind a rock, being followed by a short Charmeleon and a few others. The red lizard grinned. "So, what are you guys doing out here so late? It's dark out…" Umbra growled. "This is none of your concern, Char." Char chuckled quietly. "You want to fight, Umbra? We already did this a few days ago. Are you sure you want to risk dying when you could simply flee?" Umbra and his group glared at Char."…Bring it." The group of four braced themselves as eight pokemon lunged themselves at them. Beryl gulped. "Not this again…"
Umbra huffed as he walked, every so often pausing to groom his tattered fur. The mission had been a complete failure. Just a simple search for prey. He turned to look at an Eelektross behind him. "How is he doing, Blood?" Blood looked at the mangled Bisharp with disgust, his normally hyper personality gone. He growled, causing red foam to bubble out of his mouth. "No…No good." Umbra looked at Beryl, who flinched at Umbra's gaze. He carried Slash, the injured Bisharp on his back. "Why do I always have to carry him?" Beryl whined. Umbra whipped around to glare at Beryl. "It wouldn't have happened if you had shut the fuck up!" Umbra continued walking back to the site of his tribe. Blood glanced at Beryl with sympathy before catching up with the dark-type. Beryl never understood why Umbra always yelled at him. Was it because he was weak? No, that couldn't be it. Umbra always congratulated him during training and said he was strong. Then what was it? The thought pierced Beryl like a knife. He had originally thought of leaving the tribe, but he loved his family and friends. He didn't have the heart to leave them. He was confused, but he decided to not let it bother him. He had a dying friend to attend to. He sped up to join his teammates. His territory was over the hill. It wasn't far, but it sure felt like it was. Beryl sighed and followed his team to the campsite. He didn't know why, but it felt as if it was gonna be a long night for him. The camp was dark, and looked spooky at night. The only guards watching were half-asleep. They became more alert at the sight of Umbra and his teammates. A lanky Espeon made her way into the clearing. "What happened here?" The pokemon didn't even flinch as Slash's mangled corpse was set in front of her. Blood spoke up. "Char…Char struck again, ." She sighed and took Slash to her room to heal him. Umbra looked at his teammates from the corner of his eye. "We need more strategies. More tribe members. True, we do have more members than the other tribes, but we need more if we want to succeed against Char." Blood and Beryl nodded in agreement. They weren't going to survive the drought if Char and his team attacked them in large numbers. They didn't have any land to defend. They were nomads. They constantly move to other territories and disrupt the living shit out of them. Stealing prey, crapping in the sand pits, screeching at night. Hell, they always knew how to bother someone. Umbra licked a few scorch marks from his flank. They had taken quite a beating. It was foolish to challenge Char to a fight with only four troops. But, honestly, it wasn't completely his fault. Beryl wasn't being stealthy. But it was too late to complain. Char had already attacked, and Myth would not be pleased to find that her troops were attacked and one almost killed. Suddenly a Ninetales roared for attention. She was the leader of the tribe. Umbra groaned, thinking that she would punish him for challenging Char. Myth looked over all of her tribe. "Pokemon of the Mystic Tribe, Violet has reported to me that she has seen something that may help us in the future. This may be a chance to save our tribe." Myth stepped back, allowing the Espeon to step up front. Violet closed her eyes for a second before speaking. "I foresee the arrival of a snowflake, growing greater, until eventually growing into a blizzard that will grant us eternal power." The crowd below was bewildered. A snowflake that became a blizzard? Violet has told many shit-hard riddles in the past, but none were as perplexing as this one. Myth stepped back up to speak. "This snowflake that Violet speaks of will arrive soon. But it is late now, and we must get some sleep. You may all continue on your way." Myth walked into her room. It was a slit in the Earth, leading into a corridor of heat. Beryl shook the blood off of his back and cleaned his wounds. They weren't bad, but they hurt like hell. He headed into his room, wondering what Violet's riddle meant. Minutes later, he fell into a deep slumber, probably not awaiting the next day.