Author: Zekshirom
Chapter summary/title: Chapter 1-A Normal Life for the Purrlion Whisperer
Extra: A nice little fic the Serebii Wishfulshipping thread we decided to do, I am Zekshirom with the first chapter! I really hope you guys like this, we have NEVER done a collab before! BTW, fellow Wishful thread members, hope you like Oleander's last name! Anyway...

Oleander's PoV

The Purrlion alarm clock ticked as I slept. I, Oleander Dentairisu slept soundly, dreaming about-you guessed it, Purrlions. A whole area full of the little cats.

Then the clock rang at 6:30.

"Really, Clock?" I grumbled to I as I climbed out of bed. All around my room were Purrlion plushies, Purrlion figures, and in my closet were outfits that all had the colors of that cat!

And I loved it. Sadly, Dad did not.

My father, Cilan (though sometimes people called him Dent for part of their last name), HATED Purrlions. Something happened to him when he was younger, and it involved a Purrlion.

"Another day, another rant about me liking Purrlions is coming up." I stared up at the ceiling as I thought about the previous rants my father had given me. He wanted me to give up my obession for Purrlions.

Well, I'm not! I'll change his mind somehow! I wondered how I could pull it off, though. I was so obbsessed with Purrlions that people sometimes called me "The Purrlion Whisperer." The nickname was nice. I liked when people used it.

"But HE never uses it. Mom somtimes does." I frowned as she got dressed. Her mother-named Iris-didn't seem to mind my liking to Purrlions. Iris even called me by my nickname, sometimes.

When I was ready, I grabbed a Pokeball. It contained Mina, my own Purrlion.

When I got downstairs, only Iris was there. "Mom, where is Dad?" Iris looked over at me, smiled, then answered "Out back, though you shouldn't bring the Pokemon with you." I chuckled, then put the ball on the table before going into the backyard...towards my father.

"Hey, Pa!" Cilan jumped, then slowly turned around. "DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT, OLEANDER!" I rolled her eyes. "So-orry."

Cilan sighed, his fear always somehow kicked in when he saw his daughter. Because she liked Purrlions? Yes. He still loved her, but still!