Mimiero

Stevee stood at the edge of his woods, overlooking the outstretching plains and tall grass. He took a deep breath. This is what he wanted, what he’d longed for! Adventure in the great wide...anywhere. He took one more look back at the woods he’d been born in, and then took off running. He lept and rolled in the grass, enjoying the freedom and excitement. He didn’t get far, however, before he came across his very first opponent. He stood up, and took his stance against his ferocious foe; a Caterpie. It cocked it’s head to one side. Stevee used growl. Caterpie used string shot. It was effective, wrapping Stevee in a mess of webbing, he flopped face first into the ground. Caterpie ran away. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. As per usual, Stevee didn’t give up. After he had untangled himself, he journeyed on. He battled every pokemon he came across, leaving a series of knocked out kakuna, pidgeys, rattatas and various other victims. He grew stronger after each

It’s common knowledge that most eevees, aside from shiny eevees, are all similar in coat and color. They have the signature mocha brown fur with cream colored tail tips and fluffy collar. Though they may be identical in appearance, they vary wildly in personality. Born the second male to a Poochyena father and a ghost-eevee for a mother, Stevee knew he had to make himself stand out. His elder brother, also an Eevee, would have a lot of pressure put on him, being the eldest of the pack. But not Stevee. No, instead, he knew he was born for adventure! Almost as soon as he was born, Stevee would wander off from his clutch, only to be dragged back by mom or dad. Not only did this not dissuade him, but it fueled his persistence. If he couldn’t leave yet, then he would do anything in his power to prepare. For the most part, he wasn’t close to his siblings or his dad. The girls often congregated and his father was more on the aloof side. His mother, Teru Teru , however, he loved her and would

Petunia the Whismur trembled in fear. Which is exactly what she thought she should be doing. Isn’t that what all pokemon did in the presence of their human overlords? “Petunia! Use swift!” The young master called out. Swift? What was swift! Petunia didn’t even know that move! She just stood there, continuing to shake like a frail leaf on a gusty day. “UG! Stupid pokemon! Petunia! I said ‘use swift!’” Still, Petunia didn’t move, she only let out a weak ‘mew’. “Well do something!” He screamed. Without thinking, the shiny Whismur propelled herself forward to attack the wild Pidgey before her. No use, it dodged the attack then countered with “peck.” That was all it took, and the Whismur fainted. When she finally came to, a sweet smile came into focus. “There you go, little one, you must be feeling a lot better now.” The pink haired mistress, clothed in white, gently cradled ‘Petunia’. Who was this woman? Maybe everything would be ok. She began to purr, but the warm feeling suddenly