"Freak." Growled a poochyena, stepping forward to emphasize his point, his three buddies growling along and proceeding behind him. Another poochyena was backing up in front of them, sharp white fangs bared while he shook his head menacingly, hinting, get out of here, I don't want a fight.
"Make sure you stay away from us, our family, and the pack if it has to come that far," Snorted the one on the right, calmly standing with his tail erect. This one had the most common sense, and while he despised the exiled pup, he knew how far things had to go. "Why don't you go suck on an ekans' poison," The outcast pup snarled. The leader curled his lip, but knew the point had been proven, and with a shake of his head the four of them sauntered off.
The pup stood there holding his ground for a moment. Then, in a moment of self worthlessness, collapsed to the dry dust and began sobbing with all his might. It's not fair, he thought as huge fat drops slid down his cheeks, I never asked to be different.
The poochyena was different because he wasn't born like other poochyena pups. First of all, while most mothers were mightyenas when they bred, his mother was an immature poochyena. Second, was because when he was born in the dim moonlight, his golden tan fur shined like a thousand stars.
This pup, Tawny, was a shiny poochyena.
After sobbing for what felt like hours, Tawny stood on wobbly paws and padded delicately down the hill, searching for his young mother. While he was checking out a peculiar arrangement of bushes his hind leg nicked a stone, and the pup was sent rolling down the dry hill, sending up huge clouds of dust. Finally his bottom hit the ground with a strong smack, and he was facing the whole colony of pups. All of them fell to the ground, tears rolling, letting laughter rip.
Tawny's face glowed, which was made more obvious by his tan fur. "S-Stop it! Leave me alone!" Then the pup threw his head back and bawled, whining for his mother. Suddenly he felt a warm muzzle nuzzling his neck, and he quieted, basking in the warm presence of a body. "Get your carcasses out of here before I send them out!" Rang the sharp bark of his mother, and she received only harder laughs. Tawny felt bad for her. The adults told their children to disregard his mother because she was 'just a child herself.' Still, she had the most fighting experience, and they all hopped up and ran away, giggling.
Tawny licked his mother's cheek. Her fangs receded into her mouth, and she turned her calming gaze toward her son. "Thanks mom, I-I didn't mean to cry. It was just too much at the moment," He muttered quietly. Surprisingly, he felt a warm tongue lick his head. She beamed at him. "You're very tough for your age, Tawny. There is no shame in your game hon, and I think you did wonderful."
He blinked for a moment, then gave an open mouth grin, and took off full speed towards the forest on their right, their secluded home. "Race ya home, mom!" He bellowed back at her. Instantly by his side was a larger poochyena, who smiled heartily at him. "And I think I won already." He swiped playfully at her, but she bolted faster through a wilted oak.
All you could hear was the laughter of two very underprivileged pokemon.
To be continued…