Splrrrt. Grrrgk.
Sprrrrlt.
The buizel sighs
happily, sprawled out on the hot white sand, cradling her rotund,
berry-stuffed belly in both paws. The feeling of her hungry tummy
packed full of delicious tropical fruit is nearly enough to send her
off to sleep right there in the open. She contemplates a
well-deserved nap; it’s not as though she risks being captured—this
island is and always has been a pokemon paradise. Thanks to a
peculiar ocean current, human ships (and the trainers aboard the

The
day started out picturesque—calm and warm, sunny where light was
able to break through the forest's canopy, alive with the movement of
hundreds of pokemon going about their day to anyone with a keen
enough eye to spot them. This particular stretch of woods is home to
very few top-tier predators, the pokemon living amongst one another
in relative peace, scarcely troubled by humans or danger of any kind.
Clover,
a deerling just on the cusp of her evolution, has made her home here
since she w

“Pleeeease?”
the vaporeon begs, hopping in an excited circle around an
agitated-looking floatzel, “I know you can do it. Please please
pleeeease? This has been my dream forever and you're the only one I
know I can trust! Seriously. I learned how to do it. All you'd have
to—“
“Vee,
no means no. I don't care what kind of trick you learned. I'm not
going to eat you.”
“But
Youko...”
“No.
Look, we've known one another a long, long time. I'm all right with
you hanging around our tr

It
starts with a caterpie.
Nana,
a small and unassuming little whimsicott, had found herself in a
predicament after a long, disastrous trip through the bowels of a
tyrantrum. It started (understandably) as nightmares—night after
night reliving her stay in the churning sack of a stomach unable to
break her down and the tight, rippling tunnels beneath in the beast's
guts. If asked, she probably couldn't pick out the exact point at
which things changed. All she knew and all she knows is that one

It's as warm and
comfortable a day as anyone could ask for. The sun is bright, but the
gentle stirring of the breeze across the meadow keeps the heat from
being overwhelming. Clouds roll by lazily in a sea of blue up above,
and the whole world is calm and at rest. At the fringes of the
gently-sloping field, a thicket of trees sits, home to many of the
meadow's inhabitants. Nana, a whimsicott, is one such pokemon.
She rests on a tree
branch, a blade of sweet grass in her tiny teeth, looking down