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Chapter 1

Umbreon spent the rest of the night resting in the middle of the clearing, and woke only when he felt hot breath in his face. The rays of light that came from the newly risen sun illuminated many furry forms, most already engaged in conversation. It didn't take an Alakazam to know that they were talking about him.

"…Strange creature, huh?"

"Wonder why he got past the guards…"

"Quite unnatural."

But Umbreon didn't mind all the talking until a particularly aged Jolteon addressed him. "Creature, why have you come here?" The Jolteon flashed many chipped and broken teeth and spoke in an old, withered tone of voice.

Umbreon looked up at the old Jolteon, for he was much smaller then him. He spoke like he was a proud forest creature, not some lost and confused kit. "I have been released and need a place to stay."

"Let him alone, Scarfang, he's too weak to cause us any trouble." The Vaporeon from last night had approached the Jolteon, who Umbreon guessed was Scarfang.

"Why? He will recover eventually, and then he'll go back to his trainer. Don't forget what happened the last time we accepted an outsider into our clan." A female Flareon pitched in, her fluffy mane bristling angrily.

"Obviously, Pyrone, you're still sore about losing your kit." Vaporeon stated with her head bowed to the Flareon, "He was a good kit, yes, but you still have another one."

"Yes." She responded stiffly, "And the darling is doing so well in her tyro training!"

"Excuse me." Umbreon finally said, which caused the three arguing Eevee evolutions to turn their heads to him, "But what's a tyro?"

"'What's a tyro' he says!" The Flareon blurted, her form shaking with mewing laughter, "Oh that's rich! Oh, oh, he doesn't know what a tyro is!"

As she fell over in laughter, Scarfang sighed, "I remember a certain kit that didn't know what a tyro was until she was halfway through her training." He mewed, causing the Flareon to stop her laughing fit and she glared at him. The others gathered around had begun to mew in laughter as well.

"Quite the naive one you were Pyrone." The Vaporeon added in, to more mews. Umbreon sat where he was, shaking his head at the lot of them. They seemed crazy to him.

"Mommy!" Cried a young voice from the middle of the crowd of Eevee and its evolutions. A small Eevee, still with the silky kit fur, pushed her way through the crowd and up to Pyrone. "Mommy, mommy, guess what?"

"What is it, sweetie?" She asked in an amused tone.

The Eevee mewed happily, "I caught a Spearow!" She puffed herself up proudly as compliments were showered over her by most; her mother's talking being loudest.

"What about you?" Scarfang asked Umbreon, which startled him. He looked from the little Eevee kit to him and blinked. "Can you hunt?"

Hunt? What was this phenomenon? "Uh, what's hunting?" Umbreon asked thickly, having not hunted a single thing in his entire life.

"Oooohhh, it's where you go out and catch food to eat!" The young Eevee chirped.

"Uh, no… unless those little crunchy pellets have to be caught first…" Umbreon responded, to a new crash of laughter.

"Do you fight then?" Asked Scarfang over the din of mewing laughter.

"Yup."

Scarfang scowled at Umbreon's wounded leg, "Not very well." He finally said. "And your age?"

"Seven moons."

Scarfang seemed to relax a bit, "Still a kit then. We might be able to use you. But here's our problem: what in the forest are you?"

"An Umbreon." He responded, and when Scarfang blinked at him, he continued. "An Eevee evolution, just like you."

"I've never seen a sacred stone do this to an Eevee." Was Scarfang's reply as he stalked around Umbreon, as if checking for weaknesses, "You're quite different…"

"I didn't evolve by stone evolution-" Umbreon started, but was cut short by a massive intake of breath. A silence fell heavily over the crowd; even the excited young Eevee fell silent to hear him out.

"I used to love my trainer. When an Eevee loves his trainer too much, he evolves for her. The moon was up when I evolved, so I'm an Eevee of darkness. There's another kind of Eevee evolution that occurs when the sun is up, but that doesn't matter." He said to the clan, watching as they all flashed him horrified looks.

"Surely he is still loyal to his trainer then, if he evolved for her?" Pyrone finally growled, breaking the silence. "Surely he hasn't left her."

"Your loyalty remains unseen, Umbreon-creature." Scarfang mewed, "But I must admit that it's very unlikely that you would be loyal to this clan when you love a trainer."

"But I don't love her anymore! She let me go, she kicked me out! I'll be loyal, I swear!" Umbreon blurted, watching Scarfang's old, emotionless face for some sign of sympathy. He found none there, or in the faces of any others.

"Well I think," Vaporeon stated, "That even an Umbreon can be loyal to Whitefang Pack. Given the chance, I was loyal as well. Remember Pyrone, Scarfang, everyone? I was released as well, and my heart remains in this clan."

"But you were just a kit!" Pyrone snapped back at her, "A small kit, barely three moons! You've even said it yourself; you don't even remember your old trainer anyway!"

"Even then Pyrone, you never really trusted me until I finished my training."

"You both have your points." Scarfang said quickly as Pyrone fluffed up in anger, "But we must take our chances at least. We'll let him heal here and then allow him to start tyro training for a while. If he shows any signs of not being loyal, he will be banished from this clan." His speech was firm, even Pyrone nodded grudgingly.

"But who will train him?" Called another Flareon from the crowd.

"Well," Scarfang began, casting a glance at the Vaporeon, "I understand that you already have a tyro, Takula, but would you consider another?"

"No way! Noooo way are you putting my daughter in the line of fire!" Pyrone screeched, curling her fluffy tail around the young Eevee. Umbreon guessed that Eevee was already Takula's tyro.

Ignoring Pyrone, the Vaporeon called Takula nodded. "I hope you don't think," She started, flashing a glare at Pyrone, "That I won't keep an eye on him. Because, I assure you, he'll be watched very carefully."

Pyrone growled, "Come on, sweet pea, let's go." She turned and led her daughter away through the crowd. Umbreon watched her go, happy that there was peace now that she had left.

"Right, now rest up Umbreon-creature, the sooner you get better, the sooner you'll be accepted." Scarfang said with a wink, "There's nothing more to see here! Move it along, move it along!" He snapped at the crowd, which dispersed slowly, most heading off into the forest, probably to do more of that hunting thing.

"Sir?" Umbreon mewed as the last of them left.

"Yes, Umbreon-crea… err, Umbreon?"

"How large is the Whitefang Pack exactly?" He asked.

Scarfang eyed him strangely for a moment before he said, "Sixty-four on the dot, not counting you. I do hope that bit of information doesn't find its way back to your trainer."

"But I don't have a-" Umbreon began, but Scarfang bounded away before he could get out the last word, "-trainer."