A/N: This is just something I quickly threw together. I have to celebrate the night where the full moon and Friday the 13th coincide somehow, after all. We won't be getting another one of these nights for thirty-five years! That said, enjoy the drabble. (Note: the Meowth featured here is just a random Meowth, not the one from Team Rocket.)
The silvery disc glimmered in the moonlight, visible on the sidewalk due to the streetlights. Meowth, who was walking down the sidewalk, caught a glimpse of the coin, and reached down to pick it up.
Suddenly, he heard a squawk, and instinctively looked up. It was Murkrow, perched on the streetlight. He swooped down and tried to grab the coin in his beak. Before he could, he felt the harsh one-two sting of Meowth's claws and teeth. Murkrow turned around and started pecking at Meowth, trying to pin him to the ground with his talons, while Meowth was trying to break free.
It was anyone's battle, and they wouldn't stop until one of them couldn't fight anymore.
Or at least, that's what they thought.
After a brief moment of fighting, they looked at the spot where the coin was, and much to their dismay, it was no longer there. In the distance, they could see a human walking away.