Chapter 2: New Home

The very next morning, our queen Beedrill tells us we have lived here for too long. There's too little food, and we must relocate the hive. Today, no one searches for food, instead we all scout in every and all directions, much further than we usually would. I think I find a good place. We could chase these Hoothoot out of this tree, and use their holes to store food in. There's a lovely, clean stream nearby, but there are also a lot of bird pokemon. Several times I hide from hungry Spearow and Pidgeotto who try to eat me. I can fend off Spearow, but I'd rather hide. Still, this is a good place. By evening I return and touch antennae with so many Beedrill, sharing what I've found with them. A lot of them are impressed, but when I touch antennae with one who tells me of a lovely small valley past a nearby hill that seems unoccupied, I change my mind. There's good water and shelter from the weather there, and most bird pokemon fly right above without noting the small crevice. As I think this place is better, I spread the word. Then, we go to sleep after eating most of our stored food.

It is morning and our queen Beedrill has agreed with us that the valley is the best place to go. We eat what little is left of our stored food, and the queen Beedrill takes off. We all follow her, all mother and father Beedrill grab their eggs and fly in the middle of the swarm. I fly in the outer swarm, ready to fight and protect the queen Beedrill and the eggs. We leave Kakuna and Weedle to make it on their own, we can't carry them that far. Those who survive will rebuild the hive.

Halfway there, a flock of Pidgey and Pidgeotto attack us. I swarm with my hivemates, attacking every bird I get close to. Sting them! Sting them all! Make them flee! They will not stop us, they will not have our eggs! The swarm is strongest of all! It is a fierce battle. Many of my hivemates get eaten or wounded and can't keep up with us. We can't outfly the birds, so we keep fighting, and they keep attacking and eating. Then, finally, they stop attacking, their bellies full or our stings too painful. We take our place around the parents and our queen again. We will protect them, despite hunger and exhaustion.

When we finally arrive, we search for a good tree. I don't find anything, but another scout found a healthy tree with a number of small hollows in the crown, perfect for storing food. We swarm the tree and make it our home. Its leaves will keep us well sheltered from harsh sunlight, rain and cold nights. It's a marvelous big tree. I sit down to rest my wings, but I can't rest long. Our queen Beedrill picks a hollow for home, and our collective intelligence sends me, hungry and tired, off to forage for food immediately. We fly off in small packs this time. I drink evening dew on leaves together with my band of Beedrill along the way. When we finally find food, it's a dead pokemon being protected by a mob of hungry Rattata, who were already eating off it. I fight them together with my pack, but I take a bad tackle and my wing is hurt. I fly away to safety in a nearby treetop, barely able to move. I stay here, shocked and afraid. Night falls, I haven't dared go down to eat the dead pokemon, if the Rattata are still there. My wing is paining me, my hunger is hurting, I have never felt pain like this since I was Weedle, I have never felt so weak. I realize no one is coming for me, and I let myself sleep.

When I wake up my wing is good enough to fly, but I need desperately to find food or I could starve. I crawl to the top of the tree and wave my antennae around. I don't smell food, my hive or my hivemates. With nothing to follow, so I fly aimlessly around until I smell something sweet and delicious. I fly toward it, I find the source of the sweet smell, I am just about to start eating. Then I get clamped! A pokemon has trapped me and is spraying acid on me! It's about to eat me! I sting at it for my life, but my poison doesn't seem to hurt it, I can't breathe! I keep stinging and stinging, my mind becoming cloudy, my whole body aching for air!

Suddenly I hit a soft spot and I escape, my first breath removes my pain and clears my mind, I flee, far away from the Weepinbell. I rest on a branch again, recovering, feeling one need. Must find food! I manage to catch another smell, a nectar filled blossom somewhere, I hurry over there. The flower is unguarded, finally I get to eat. I drink nectar, I love the sweet taste, but I get interrupted by a Beedrill. Maybe it's from my hive and can take me back home. We touch antennae. No! It's at stranger! We immediately fight. Strangers are never welcome! Into the air, we dash and strike at each other time and time again. The nectar I ate is so full of energy my tiredness has vanished.

We buzz loudly and strike each other continuously. He manages to hurt my bad wing! I'm nearly immobile in the air now. He comes in for another strike, and I lock forestingers with him. In a brawl my hurt wing will not cause me problems as we crash unto the forest floor, fighting to kill each other, for should he return to his hive, he will tell them there is a new hive and they will set out to kill my hive. I must protect my hive with my life! We try so hard to block each others stingers and get a chance to sting the enemy, I struggle for my life.

I get the sting! He's been stung and I repeatedly sting him, and blocking his abdomen until he, finally, after what feels like forever, cramps and dies. I have won, to the victor go the spoils, I drink the rest of the nectar and eat what I can of the Beedrills body. Exhausted, I hide in a bush, drinking dew and resting for the night.

A new morning, I fly around treetops, smelling the wind with my antennae, looking for food. My flight is unsteady, I rest often. Then, I smell something amazing. My hive. I follow the scent to a tree full of Beedrill. They surround me, but as soon as we touch antennae I know this is my hive. I'm home again. I tell them there are other Beedrill, and they pass this around, I sense my hivemates get anxious with the news. Since I'm hurt, they feed me and let me rest, while many Beedrill scout for the other hive. By morning my wing is not quite healed. They let me stay in the hive, I clean up, haul food brought back by scouting teams into the stores and pass around water. Another morning comes and my wing is as strong as ever. I do my duties in finding food and fending off enemies, and so continues life in my hive.

Busy morning after busy morning, calm day by day with the other Beedrill, busy evenings and nights of rest pass by. I cannot count the foraging trips I have made, the enemies I have helped swarm away. Life is good in the hive. We feel safe and I feel something new stir in me. I want a mate.


The end of chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

It took a bit longer to get out than I wanted, stuff distracted me.

I hope I'll get chapter 3 out a bit faster this time :)

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