The Cyndaquil ran back and forth inside the small cave of Sharpedo Bluff. Frantic, he he gathered any materials he would need; a bottle, blanket, and what else? There's no time for this! He screamed inwardly.
He paused.
Crack.
The tiny fire mouse bolted over to what was once the bed to an Empoleon, where an egg lay. White with a red M on it. Simple enough. However, a small dark line decorated it, slowly growing as chips of shell began to fall off. Cracking filled the room, and moments later, Mitchell squeaked in joy as a tiny Zangoose head broke through the egg.
Thinking for a moment, the timid Cyndaquil helped peel away the rest of the shell that remained. Soon, he had a blanket wrapped around the baby cat-ferret, and was feeding it with the bottle he had grabbed. "Welcome to the world, Norman, and to Team Blitz...!"
