"Meowth!" howled the young but fully evolved and powerful Persian. The lightning struck in frunt of his face, blocking the view of his partner. "Meowth!" he called again, hoping for a cry in reply to his desperate calls.
The lightning crackled and vanished, revealing no Meowth. Persian gritted his teeth and ordered the rest of his pack to get away at all costs. Persian ran into the howling winds, calling for his lost pack mate. There was no answer, and so he walked back and joined the pack.
Kilan, a young Meowth, walked over to Persian. Her eyes were clouded with worry for the missing Meowth was her husband. Persian refused to meet her gaze, feverishly hoping she wouldn't notice that Persian had returned empty-handed.
"Persian," she whispered. "Why did you call off the search so early?"
Persian had no answer, he hadn't even thought about it. He turned and looked back into the raging storm, searching for any dots in the distance.
"I don't know," he replied to the female. The young Meowth nodded her head, accepting his words and she walked back to her friends. The chances of her wish coming true were absolutely zero percent now. She closed her eyes, refusing to think about what would happen if her husband died alone in the wild.
Persian and his wife were the only Persians in the entire pack. It was difficult for stray Pokemon to evolve, even if they hit "the level". "The level" was the term Pokemon used for any level requirements Pokemon needed to level up. Most of the Meowths had hit "the level" with no evolving triggered in the next few days. The Pokemon who didn't evolve at "the level" were called "Levelliers".
Levelliers were not looked upon kindly, most because all Levelliers are stray Pokemon. Humans, Persian had said once, dislike Pokemon they do not have under their total control.
Persian wasn't right, although he liked to claim he was. The pack knew his claims were based on a pack of lies his parents had told him, and he knew he had been lied to, but Persian liked to show off a little bit. Perfectly natural for a Persian, as they are beautiful creatures and admired by humans.
"Master Persian! Mistress Persii!" the voice of the pack's messanger caused Persian to turn. Ember, a young but swift and agile Meowth, was behind Persian, panting. Persian threw back his head and howled a message in Pokemon-speech. This message meant one thing- stop!
The pack's moving rate slowed and finally took to a halt. The messanger bowed gratefully and then returned the subject of what he was going to say. The pack's ears were ready.
"A large shadow just flew across the Whirl Islands. But it wasn't Lugia. I saw a flash of red and gold, and the... thing... it was like a shadow itself."
The pack began to scream and start up rumors, until finally one rumor told us too much.
"Giratina!" Persian cried, recognising the colour scheme of the Distortion World's single inhabitant. Any rumors of the mysterious Zorua and Zoroark vanished, rumors of Ho-Oh vanished, and the popular rumor of Darkrai went poof.
"Giratina," Persian repeated. His eyes flickered to each Meowth of his pack. Their eyes were wide.