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The Life of a City Pokemon
Prologue:
One summer day a mother Arcanine went into labor. The father stood watch outside of the cave they called home. She was in horrible pain for she was giving birth to not just twins but triplets. As she was reaching her threshold for pain the first growlithe puppy emerged. As soon as it was out the next one came out followed by the final and last pup.
They were relatively clean to say they were just born. The mother's instincts instantly kicked in. She pulled them close to her and started to clean them. She howled loudly for any other pokemon in the area to know she had given birth.
The father stepped in to view his newborn children. He walked up to his mate and licked her. She leaned her head against his chest and together they admired their offspring. She had two boys and a girl. The girl was a brilliant white with black stripes, one of the boys was a normal color orange and black stripes. The first son wasn't the same case. He had a mane from head to tail and instead of having a normal coat he had a midnight black base with white stripes.
As the mother started to nurture her children the father went out to get her a meal. As she nurtured her pups she tried to think up names for them. She look at the first and his coat of black and white and then to her last and her opposite color conflict. She couldn't come up with a name that suited them on the matter and left it alone. But she then happened to notice that her son had rather big fangs for just a pup, she named him fang. For her daughter she decided to name Aurora for her beautiful coat. As for her middle son, she had over heard a troop of humans talking and had over heard the name Dante and thought is sounded strong and handsome. Thus she had decided on her children's names.
Her mate returned with fish from the nearby stream and some strawberries from a nearby bush. They shared the delicatessens and shortly after the pups were sound asleep. But all the while a poacher was nearby watching and now was going to strike. He zoned in on his prey and took aim. He cocked the trigger, at the sound the male Arcanine looked into the distance for what danger was lurking. The poacher then took to prone position and steadily holding the barrel of his rifle shot. Instantly the Arcanine was down it had been a fatal shot to the lungs. The hunter reloaded and this time without as much precision shot again.