Bonjour. Welcome to my Poke-fic. It may seem lame at first, but it'll get better, I promise.
Volt stuck his head out from the hole that is the entrance to his den. He took a few sniffs of the air to check for danger, and then dashed out into the bushes. He found a bush that grew Oran Berries, and began picking. His sensitive ears picked up a Fearow call from above, and he ducked down into the bushes. He knew Fearows ate small Pokemon, and could be fought off if he had to engage them, but he knew it was better not to. He waited until the Fearow flew away, and began picking again. Once he had a good about of berries, he tucked them into his cheeks, and dashed back into his den.
Volt put the berries down for storage, and decided to pick one up to snack on it. Volt was a member of a tribe of Pikachu, Pichu, and Raichu not far from where he lived. It was a quaint little community, nice enough. He was an honorable Pikachu, believing honor to be above all. Well, most things. When a member of the tribe reaches a certain age, if they are Male, they are sent on a five-day stay in the woods. They would leave a boy, and return a man. Volt was recently sent on his trip, but he didn't come back after five days. He believed it wasn't enough, and that he hasn't proven himself yet. Volt sighed and continued snacking. He had berries to spare.
After a while, Volt grew tired, and decided to go for a stroll through the woods. He knew it had predators, but he was fairly strong, and the more deadly predators didn't go hunting until sunset. He simply needed to watch for Ninetales, Mightyena, Persian, and if he gets near water, Gyarados. The bird Pokemon were easy to defeat because of his type, so they weren't too big of a worry. Volt started off his stroll down a path right across from his den. He eventually came across a rock, and he decided to take a rest leaning on it. He was just starting to relax, when he heard a scream come from the woods.
He bolted upright, and turned his head towards where the scream came from, and then he heard it again. He contemplated for a second, before cursing his moral values and bolting towards the sound of the scream. He ran for a bit and he came across a Buneary being chased by a Mightyena. The Buneary hopped and hopped with what looked like all her might, yet the Mightyena eventually caught up, and knocked her put of the way. The Buneary was cornered against a rock, and the Mightyena slowly began closing in on her. The Buneary covered her face with fluff, ready to be eaten, when…
"ThunderBOLT!" Was heard, and a lightning bolt hit the Mightyena with astonishing power. The Buneary lowered her fluff over her face so she could see what was happening. Volt stood across from her, with a stern expression on his face. The Mightyena turned to face him, snarling, and then lunged at him. Volt dodged, and then retaliated with a Quick Attack from behind. The Mightyena was still standing though, and prepared to use it's Bite attack, but Volt hit it with another powerful Thunderbolt. The Mightyena fainted. Volt turned around to see who he had saved. The Buneary was still pressed against the rock, petrified yet awed at Volt's strength.
Volt walked up to her and said "You alright?" The Buneary shakily nodded in response.
"My name is Volt." He said. "What's your name?"
"P-p-Poppy." She shakily responded.
"Alright Poppy, what were you doing out here in the forest?" Volt asked.
Poppy paused a bit before answering "My tribe kicked me out."
Volt was taken aback. "Why?" He asked.
"They said I was too weak. That I wasn't fit to survive." She responded.
Volt was, once again, taken aback. Tough tribe.
"Well, I suppose you could stay with me for a bit." He said. "Until you get back on your feet."
Poppy felt a little more comfortable now. "Thank you." She said.
Volt smiled and led the way back to his den. On the way there, Poppy asked why he saved her.
Volt replied with "Well, back at my tribe, our elders taught us to think of others before ourselves. It's a moral obligation of sorts, and I live by it."
Poppy smiled. So there are people who value something other than strength. Then it dawned on her. "Why are YOU out in the forest?"
Volt paused for a moment before saying. "Well, my tribe has a custom: once a boy reaches a certain age, he must become a man, so he takes a 5 day stay out in the woods. He leaves a boy, and returns a man."
"Oh, so you're on your trip?"
"Eeeh, kind of. I didn't feel that I've proven myself yet, so I stayed out here for longer than 5 days. I don't know when I'll go back."
Poppy didn't really know what to think. "Well, I'm sure your family misses you."
Volt thought about that. Yes, his family probably did, but they would be disappointed if he came back uncertified. Still, if Wattson could be considered a man, anyone could.
"Yeah, maybe I should go back." He said, and then he looked to the skies. "It's getting dark. Maybe we should head to my den for the night, and we'll go to my village in the morning."
"We?" Poppy thought. She didn't have time to think though, as Volt began rushing towards his den. She followed him, and jumped in. Volt moved some leaves in front of the den to hide it.
"Well, find a corner." Volt told Poppy. He then found one himself, curled up, and went to sleep. Poppy also found a corner next to him, used her fluff as a blanket, and attempted to drift off to sleep herself. It wasn't the best sleep she ever had, but she liked being in his presence.
What do you think? I'm just getting started and it may seem cliché' and lame, but I'm just getting started. Reviews welcome. Adios.