Rising Dusk
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the games, Nintendo does. I do however have Dusk,Storm and Shatter on all my battle teams. This is my first time ever writing a pokemon story, so forvige me if it's not good at all
The tale of a trio of Eevee siblings, and the oldest of the trio Dusk, and his struggles
Chapter 2: First lesson of the wild
As we walked through the forest we learned many things. Weedle's stinger was filled with poison. And they tasted horrible. Any bug pokemon did. I twitch my ears to hear the sound of a rustling bush. Slowly a mother Pikachu stepped out, leading her children behind her
"Get off my tail!" squeaked the first one
"Shut up!" responded the second, a female. The other two pups snickered at their siblings commotion. Soon the two were tussling on the ground, disturbing the quiet forest morning.
"Flash, Sparky stop this instant. Your first day out in the forest, should not result in you two being punished" snapped their mother. As we padded away memories of my parents crept into my head. Bitter memories I would never be able to forget. Crouching down I nibbled on some berries, while Storm and Shatter slept. I was their older brother. I had to protect them. I worked on my Tackle, and was pleased at how quick I was. My mind wandered to the mother Pikachu and her 4 rowdy pups. Where was the father, if there was one at all? I kept my ears raised as I heard chattering. and the scuttle of tiny feet. As well as gnawing. I figured out a small group of Rattata's were around us. Shaking Storm and Shatter awake we stood back to back, waiting for our hidden foe, and potential dinner. The first one that leapt had a crooked paw, Grabbing it by it's tail I shook it fiercely before biting it's tiny throat. The life slowly faded from it's eyes. Whirling around I saw two of the purple rats on my tail. Smashing it hard, it glowed dully and I whipped them off. Eventually I would figure out it was Tail Whip. Hissing in pain as I soon realized there were possibly too many rodents. Howling in anger I surged through the group to find my siblings. Many of the rats that met me were killed by my sharp, yet small claws and teeth. As the night approached the few remaining Rattata's that were left, fled. The field was drenched with blood in some areas. I stumbled and slumped forward out of exhaustion and pain. We had won. That night we feasted, like we were Kings and Queens.
Thanks! Hope I get some reviews, or at least some people read it.
Chapter 3 coming soon- Unforgiving Night