An Umbreon with strange colored bands runs through a thicket, jumping around and hiding between bushes. Her nose twitches gently, and her ears turn to listen to every slight noise near her. She seems to be following a scent, keeping her head to the ground, focusing on her hunt.
With a confused twitch of her ears, that concentration is broken.
The noise catches her attention and she abandons her hunt to follow it. She doesn’t know why, but she feels an attraction in a specific direction, even without trying to find a scent.
In the tall grass, she eventually finds the source. A destroyed pokemon nest, surrounded by the wreckage of some kind of battle. The mother it belonged to has clearly not been here in some time, and her scent has faded from the area.
The remains of two of the young pokemon, picked apart by decay, are still in the nest. Their species is unidentifiable. The Umbreon huffs sadly, but is quickly distracted.
There’s still something alive here. She roots through the grass a moment, before finding the source. It’s barely the size of her paw, and its eyes are still closed, but the pale blue Mew is unmistakably alive. It calls out again, and the Umbreon can feel the psychic energy that had called her here. She gently grabs its scruff before running back in the direction she came from.
She travels more quickly than usual, despite the precious cargo she’s carrying. A sense of dread has waived over her, considering the fact that something had to have destroyed the Mew nest. On purpose, it seemed, considering the kits had been killed but not eaten. This one must have been exceptionally quiet, or had fortuitously fallen out of the nest before being attacked.
The Umbreon exits the tree line into a yard she seems familiar with. A small house sits at its head. She goes straight for the door flap that leads inside, hoping for her trainer to be home.
“Ah, Victoree, you’re back quicker than usuaaaa—“ The trainer turns to his Pokémon, blinking quickly as he processes the sight before him.
I felt something calling to me, and it led me to a completely destroyed nest…the only thing left alive was this kit. I don’t know when they last ate, and they seem smaller than they should be… The Umbreon speaks psychically. It’s something odd, but her trainer is used to it now.
“I’ve spent years searching for Pokémon like that, you know. And one calls you to it without you even trying while you’re just out hunting! It’s amazing, Victoree.” He laughs heartily, and holds out his hand, “Let’s make sure the poor thing is okay. If it was calling you, and you took it, I imagine its parent wasn’t around.”
Victoree gently places the Mew into her trainer’s hand, almost reluctant to let it go. Its parent was nowhere to be found. Whoever attacked the nest may have taken them after thinking they killed all of the kits. Even the dead ones were significantly bigger than this one.
“Ah, so you think it was a deliberate attack…” He frowns, looking almost sad. “I wonder if they’re trying to recreate the Kanto experiments. It’s a shame to kill such young Pokémon for a purpose like that.”
They must have been…undesirable in some way. Victoree’s ears flatten against her head, and she brings up a paw to touch her right eye, or what used to be her right eye, anyway. She had lost it in a similar poaching attack years ago, before the man who would become her trainer had saved her.
“Hey, I’m all about those ‘undesirables’. I’m a Pokémon rescuer and researcher, after all!” The man gently feels around the tiny Mew’s body, feeling for any injuries or abnormalities. The creature makes distressed noises the whole time, but nothing seems wrong other than its apparent malnutrition and small size, “This little guy is lucky you found them before they got stepped on or eaten! Looks like they just need some extra TLC and they should be just fine.”
Forgive me if I’m wrong Kip, but it sounds like you’re suggesting that I take care of the kit.
“Well, of course I am. It called out to you specifically, so there must be something about you that it likes.” He gently presents the Mew back to Victoree “I’ll handle feeding, but I don’t think I could look after them properly the way another Pokémon could.”
Victoree looks at the kit again for a moment. It starts calling out for her again, and she grabs it gently. I guess it imprinted on me…I don’t have a choice but to play parent, in that case.
“Well, then the little one needs a name.”
I will give it some thought…It is too late to do so tonight. We both need to rest.