DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokémon. Duh.
Raticate
It was a sunny afternoon, and Red had just finished a battle. As he was congratulating his pokémon and healing their wounds, he was struck by a feeling of curiosity.
"Hey Blue?"
Blue looked over at him from across the field, where he was healing his own pokémon. "Yeah?"
"What ever happened to your raticate? I haven't seen him since before Lavender Town."
Blue looked surprised for a moment. "Oh, him? I sent him back to Gramps' ranch. He was starting to hit the limits of what he could do. Why?"
Red looked a bit sheepish. "It's nothing, I just thought he might've died or something."
Blue snorted. "That's stupid. Why would you think that?"
Red rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess it was a bit silly of me to jump to conclusions like that. It's just that the next time I saw you, you were in a cemetery, so I kinda thought…"
Blue rolled his eyes and turned back to his pokémon, and the afternoon continued as normal.