Hey, NinjaLayor here. Just a notice, for reasons, but I own the following characters: Nightfur, Mnementh, (though named after one of the dragons from Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern), Shadowstorm the Absol, Ironpaw the Riolu and Lucario, Æthin the Eevee, Nightfur's Ranger friend (Don't have a name yet...) and Nightfur's parents. I do not own the following OC's: Nitro, Solar the Eevee, Vera the Pichu, DUSK the Mech-Eevee, and Getsuga, the Gallade. Those belong to my fellow Showdown Users, who are a key part of making this able to happen.

Darkness. Nothing but darkness and the warmth of the water and other fluids around him. Suddenly, a single thought came to the young Pokemon's mind. I'm starving... and there's nothing to eat. He began to struggle, pushing against the walls of the space, which now seemed too small to keep him in. Suddenly, he pushed hard, and there was a crack, followed by a strange light. The young Pokemon fell out onto an alien surface, brown and soft, comfortable to lay in, short fur soaked with the contents of the now shattered egg. Two gentle voices began speaking to him, words full of kindness, yet incomprehensible. Something small was placed in front of him, and he grabbed it, and bit into it, his small teeth cutting into the soft flesh of the berry. He looked up, seeing the sky and two faces, looking down at him. They smiled, and one of them spoke, saying a something that he didn't quite understand.

"Look at his fur... like the night sky. You know what we have to name him now, don't you?"

"Yes... and I like it. Nightfur."

A week passed, and Nightfur began to speak, starting with words such as mother and father. As the days began to lengthen, Nightfur began exploring the nest, eventually finding that there was more to the world than the nest and the darkness of his egg. He began to pad over to the edge of the nest, when a paw came out of no where, grabbing his tail. He began to cry, scared of what grabbed him.

When he looked behind him, however, he saw his mother. He ran over to her side, and curled up beside her. Her gentle voice filled his ears. "You're a bit too young to be exploring outside the nest, Nightfur."

Nightfur smiled, and began to nap, dreaming of days where he could explore freely. His mother however, stood, getting out of the nest. Her mate was off visiting his brother, who also recently had a son, about Nightfur's age. He was supposed to be returning tomorrow, but she sensed his aura approaching, and was slightly alarmed.

Sorrel, as his name was, walked out of the bushes, carrying something. Myrtle's eyes were wide with alarm when she saw what Sorrel was carrying. She rushed over, taking the limp, young body, and looked over it, before she set it down in the nest beside Nightfur.

"What happened? Surely you didn't just steal your brother's son!"

"My brother... and his mate, are no more," He replied, eyes full of grief. "They were killed in their nest. Young Ironpaw managed to hide in a small cave in their den, saving his life. He's exhausted, so the rest will do him some good."

Nightfur awoke to feel the warmth of his mother beside him. He turned around to tell her that he was hungry, but when he did so, he realized that it wasn't his mother. He looked at Ironpaw, poking and prodding him, trying to figure out who and what he was.

When Nightfur saw his mother, he ran over to her. "Mother, there's someone in our nest!"

His mother crouched low, eyes full of grief and understanding. "That's your cousin, Ironpaw. He doesn't have a mother or father, so we're going to take care of him."

Nightfur looked distraught. "Can't he get a new mother and father?"

"It doesn't work that way, Nightfur. Father and I will be both of your parents, and you can be his brother."

Nightfur tilted his head, thinking for a second. He then smiled, replying, "I'mma be the best brother ever!"

So... Let me know if you've enjoyed so far, and I'll see you with the next chapter if I get enough support!