It was be rather awkward to see a pokemon leading a trainer, but that was the predicament Liam found himself in, Sierra leading the way. They had yet to meet a wild pokemon, if you exlcude those in the trees that stayed away. Liam wasn't very nervous, but Sierra was almost scared. She was a small pokemon in a large forest. She sighed at her own thoughts. Was she just scared of forests in general? The pokeball, then here in an actual forest. It's ironic really, a grass pokemon not liking foresty areas.

The sun was starting to set, their first day hadn't been too good. No pokemon tried to attack, but Liam didn't wan't to start the fight. Sierra was fine with that, being here to travel and not fight in her eyes, but Sierra had tripped on a rock earlier, which hurt her foot, so walking was a pain for a while. Liam had offered the pokeball again, but she refused it. Liam was slightly annoyed. His only pokemon refused to be in a pokeball, or even have one assigned to it, and wouldn't count for a gym battle, and with no wild pokemon braving a battle, he couldn't catch one.

Eventually, they stopped in a clearing, starting to set up a very basic camp. A campfire, some food and a tent was laid out. It took Sierra a few seconds to realise, but there was little shelter for her, and she could see some storm clouds rolling in. She groaned; where was she meant to sleep without getting wet? She didn't want to be in the tent with Liam, pokeball was and will always be a no-no, and the trees were thing and block very little water.

"Snivy." Sierra says, trying to get Liam's attention. He took a second, but he turned to her. "What is it Sierra?" She pointed a vine to the clouds, and Liam looked up. "Oh, uh..." He looks through her bag, looking for something, before finding it. He pulled out a bright yellow raincoat, obviously planning to use it to help keep Sierra dry. Sierra sighed. It would help but-

She had an idea. Grabbing the coat- surprising Liam- and grabs some sticks, starting to use it with the sticks to set up a makeshift tent. It wasn't the best, but it kept itself up. Sierra was happy with herself, proud of quickly figuring out a solution. Liam was impressed. "You're certainly smarter then I ever gave you credit for." He says, just before the rain started to fall, and hard. Liam quickly retreated to the tent, and Sierra made her way into her makeshft cover. Rain pattered down, the sound of it loud, yet oddly soothing to Sierra. It was uncomfortable sleeping straight on the hard ground, but she still managed to slowly fall asleep.

She was woken up in the middle of the night however, the rain still drizzling down, to something snuffling around outside. She started to feel scared, what did she do? Back home her tree was uncontested, not counting the Emolga that always took it over when she wasn't there. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and poked her head out, to see…

A rattata. She sighed, laughing. The rattata jumped at the soft laughter, immediately focusing on the Snivy. "What are you doing out of your pokeball? Don't all you captured scum sleep in their pokeballs?" Sierra, too relieved to be insulted, answered back honestly. "No, some of us sleep outside. Or in my case, I don't actually have a pokeball." The rattata scoffed. "So? Why travel with a trainer then? You know what they're like."

"You have a point, but… I don't know. I wouldn't have anywhere else to go, and it could be worse. Plus he cares about me enough to not let me be stolen or the like, especially with those thieves running around."

This only earned another scoff. "In any case, where's your food? I'm starving!" Sierra raised an imaginary eyebrow at this. "Why not eat the berries? They're everywhere around here!"

"All the berries here taste horrible, the food you weenies in the towns get tastes a lot better."

Sierra smiled at him. "Or maybe you're too weak to get the berries because all the pokemon take yours." She says back. He immediately got mad at her. "That's not true," he replies, "I'm one of the better rattata in this forest!

"Prove it." she challenges him, confident she could take on a rattata, especially this one. The rattata immediately goes for a tackle, but she swiftly deflects him with her tail, before ramming them herself, making them stumble. They recovered, only to meet Sierra's leer. The rattata, hesitating from her gaze, was immediately punished by another tackle. That one definitely hurt, and they laid on the ground, moaning. "S-stop, you proved your-" Suddenly he flashed red, as a white and red ball bounced off the rattata's back. Sierra turns,spotting Liam poking his head of his tent, sleepy and having been woken by the fight, he capitalised on the moment and threw the ball.

She turns back to the ball. It shakes once… twice… thrice… and then it's clicks. Rattata was caught!

She sighed, picking it up. "Captured scum, you say? I think that's a bit hypocritical now." She tosses the pokeball back to Liam, who had only heard "Sni, snivy? Snivy vy snivy", not wishing to take care of it herself as she went back into the makeshift tent she made, laying back down. That night, she slept like a rock.

She woke in the morning, stretching, exiting her tent and looking at the sun shining through the trees.. It was still a bit cloudy, but the rain had passed, leaving the air surprisingly cold considering it was summer. Stretching, she starts climbing one of the closer trees, reaching it's top and looking around. She couldn't see any town or city nearby, which slightly disappointed her. Traveling took a lot longer then she thought it would.

She climbed back down just in time to see Liam exiting his tent, stretching and yawning. She sat on the lowest branches, watching him. He looked around for Sierra, though quickly found her up in the tree, and seeing she was safe he started to make a campfire to cook breakfast. Toast, it seemed, as he was carrying a full loaf of bread which he pulled out when the fire was lit.

She watched the toast as it cooks, Liam searching his bag for something, probably those pokemon pellets she despised, but judging by how he couldn't find whatever he was looking for he'd left it at home. She climbs down the trunk, moving back over to the camp sight. "Good to see you were already awake" he says, passing her a slice of the slightly burnt toast. She took a curious sniff of it. She had never had any human food before, with the exception of a chocolate chip she nicked off with when Liam's father had been backing chocolate and finding out she loved chocolate, but that was years ago, and the opportunity never arose again.

She takes a bite, and despite it being plain, the slightly burnt flavor was a fair bit better then the flavourless pellets. She quickly devoured it, enjoying it, though it certainly left her thirsty. "Sni, snivy." ("I'm thirsty.") She says, looking at him. Whether ignorant, or not knowing what she wanted, he didn't listen to her. In a huff she started searching in his bag, which surprised him.

"H-hey! Get out of there!" He says, going to pull her out, before she pulled herself out, now with a bottle of water. She quickly opens the cap, taking a drink, catching Liam by surprise. Having lived among humans for a long time and taking care of herself, she had learned how to manipulate a fair few things that other pokemon couldn't. She could even use potions, having watched enough use of it from the average trainer that had a fight in the street with their new starter pokemon, though she wasn't dexterous enough to use it in a quick situation.

She didn't put the bottle back, carrying the bottle with a vine. Liam still looked on in surprise at how intelligent she was, learning to open the bottle. "I think you're the first pokemon I've ever seen to open a bottle..." He says, mostly to himself, trying to grasp what just happened. She stared at him for a second, finding his reaction funny, before going to lay down in the sun, while he started packing up camp.

She enjoyed the sun, eyes closed, when she heard a rustle nearby. She swings herself around and gets up, using her tail to balance as she looked at the rustling, wary. The rustling came closer and closer, before something stepped out. A vulpix! Sierra stepped back, already understanding the situation and the type disadvantage. The vulpix stepped back too, spooked by Sierra's sudden movements.

Sierra stood still, watching the vulpix, studying it, before Liam, noticing the two, called out "Sierra! Use tackle!" Sierra, surprised by Liam's commanding tone, turned to him for a second, before she heard rustling, and turned back to the vulpix. The vulpix had already fled, making Liam groan, disappointed. "Why didn't you use tackle? You're meant to listen to me." Sierra just gave him a dirty stare. "Snivy sni snivy vy?!" ("Since when was I meant to listen to you?!") Her tone shocked Liam, not expecting her to be so mad. He knew his friends pokemon, but none seemed to be so cognizant like Sierra.

Now in a foul mood, she sat away from Liam, not even looking at him or responding to what he said, not even listening. He eventually gave up, continuing to pack up camp. After a few minutes, Sierra would feel a little push on her shoulder, and she went to turn and snap at Liam for disturbing her, but halted her anger when she saw the camp was completely packed up. She stands up, still moody, and started walking along the path, leading Liam again. It seemed Liam had figured out he had pissed off the snivy, and didn't complain about them leading the way at all this time.