Disclaimer: Any and all things Pokemon don't belong to me, sadly. I'm only borrowing them for awhile.

Ch. 1 The Beginning

The moon cast her gentle down on the flower covered field. The long green grass gently danced with a breeze to an orchestra of small nocturnal bug pokemon. Overhead a young noctowl flew on silent wings in a slow but steady circle. Finding nothing that it could eat it peeled off ignoring the bundle that was lying in the center of the field. After all, the bundle didn't look particularly edible and while small, was still too large to carry off without effort.

A few rattata's crept out of their hiding place and quickly gathered around the bundle in curiosity. Chattering among themselves they sniffed at the bundle and a few began to climb onto it. One of the younger ones crept up to the head and, seeing something sticking out, it dared a small nibble. This woke the bundle up and, at the sight of the strange creatures surrounding it, it let loose a scream. The rattatas scattered with small shrieks of their own.

Though the scream had done the job of scaring off the rodent's it also attracted the attention of a nearby persian who was out hunting. The persian quickly and silently followed the sound to the field where the bundle was still screaming in fright and now hunger. Slinking over to the bundle it stared down at it. It slowly lowered its head and took a sniff. The persian backed off a little at the tantalizingly familiar smell. It sat down, tail twitching lazily, it's head tilted slightly to the side as it tried to figure out the smell. It finally placed the smell. A few months back some pokemon trainers had come to the field though it was many, many miles from any kind of human settlement. They had come to see if there were any pokemon here that they didn't have and to train theirs.

She had just had a litter the week before and, after carefully hiding them, had gone hunting. She had thought that her three little ones would be safe. The trainers had let out their pokemon. One had a growlithe and was using its keen nose to sniff out hiding pokemon. She had been about to jump on the rattata that she had cornered when she heard the distressed cry of her babies. With a shriek of outrage she quickly rushed of to defend them, lowly growling in anger and worry. The trainers growlithe had found the kittens and they had caught two before she came back. She had arrived in time to save the last one. She quickly jumped between the pokeball and her last baby using a slash attack to destroy it. Growling fiercely, she charged at the growlithe in a zig zag pattern that confused the pokemon. She jumped in the air avoiding a flamethrower and landed on the growlithes back. The pokemon panicked, jumping around and running in circles in an attempt to dislodge her, ignoring its trainers cries. She bit the back of the pokemons neck and dug in her claws. She jumped off just in time for the growlithe to roll over and quickly used slash. The trainers deciding that it was better to keep what they had decided to run off and get the injured growlithe to a Pokemon Center rather than continue to fight with the enraged mother.

She snarled with rage and slowly lifted a paw, claws out determined to get rid of the potential threat to her last kit. She was thrown to the side by a pokemon that had been passing by. Getting back to her feet she growled at the pokemon that was crouching protectively over the bundle. The houndoom growled back. Deciding that it wasn't worth the fight the persian departed with one last hiss. The houndoom kept growling until it couldn't sense the large cat type anymore, then it slowly stood up and backing off of the bundle took a gentle sniff before bending its head and gently lifting the bundle up its mouth. It quickly took off making sure that the bundle wouldn't fall. It had to stop a few times to secure its grip but eventually made it to a small cabin in a clearing in the middle of the woods.

Smoke was rising from the chimney and a few pokemon were grazing near the door to the shack but the houndoom ignored all the greetings and queries that were directed at it. The door was closed and setting the bundle down the houndoom started to scratch at it making a sad whining sound in the back of its throat.

There were sounds of someone moving inside and the door opened to reveal and elderly man. He stood slightly stooped and had a limp in his left foot. Wrinkles covered his face, though most were laugh lines around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He had stark white hair that was slowly receding to the back of his skull. He reached a wrinkled hand down and firmly petted the houndoom making sure to scratch around the ears. The houndoom leaned into the caress slightly, panting with pleasure.

"So you decided to come back, eh boy?" he asked. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

The houndoom looked down and the old man followed his gaze.

"Well now!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "What do we have here?"

He knelt down and gently picked the bundle up. "Where did you find this baby, Houndoom?" he asked in wonder.

The houndoom grinned in pleasure happy that his friend was happy. "Well, I needed to go to town anyway may as well see if this is anybody's."

The old man quickly turned and shut his door. "I want you guys to make sure no one goes into the house, I'll be back as soon as I can." He told the pokemon that were gathered around his house. He waited for their various different forms of assent before reaching for the whistle he kept around his neck. He quickly blew on it and waited patiently.

Soon enough a gigantic bird pokemon swooped down into the clearing. It rubbed its head against the man and laughing he scratched its cheeks. "Hello to you to Swellow. I need you to do me a favor. I need you to take me to town as fast as you can. Can you?"

The swellow bobbed its head in affirmation and the man got onto it's back. As the swellow started to lift off the houndoom went insane. It began barking and running in circles. "Would you like to come Houndoom?" the old man asked.

"Houndoom." The pokemon replied and the old man quickly got out a pokeball and recalled him.

"All right Swellow," he said "let's go!"

"Swellow!" the bird type replied and they quickly shot into the distance headed toward the town with the young baby safely asleep in the mans arms.

Please. R&R.