If I don't finish anything else then I'm submitting this into the WWC just because I want SOMETHING entered xD
“Food, food, food…” Anett thought as she scrambled through dew-coated grass, looking for any sign of a bare tree root, a berry, or any sort of food that may have been dropped by a passing human. Frantically she scurried through the meadow, food the only thing on her mind. Anett, the poor Nincada, had burrowed underground to wait for evolution, as is custom for all Nincada to do in the Great Meadow; however, for whatever reason Anett’s evolution never came and she had almost starved to death underground. Now, not only did she have no hope of ever becoming the Ninjask that she had always hoped to be, but she was also starving; she had not eaten in days and other Nincada had eaten through almost all of the meadow’s tree roots. The simplest option for the green-winged cicada would be to burrow underground and excavate a tree root from the soil but, as would be expected, she wasn’t planning on going back into the Earth anytime soon.
Anett flapped her wings vigorously several times, trying to lift herself into the air so that she could hopefully scout some food from the air; however, her tiny white and brown legs never left the ground because her wings were too weak to carry her due to the lack of energy caused by her starvation. She was stuck on the ground with no roots or berries anywhere within sight.
The runty arthropod circled continuously around the only nearby tree in the meadow, analyzing the ground all nearby foliage with the feelers upon her head. MROOOAWR,
Anett’s stomach let out a vigorous growl, begging her and the world around her for some sense of nourishment. After the fourth circle around the tree, Anett’s limbs began to feel weak, unable to carry her forward any farther. “Cada...” she whimpered as she stumbled over the tiniest pebble that lay in the grass just underneath her and as she began to limp away from the tree.
Looking back, the disheveled Nincada glanced at the gargantuan tree and slowly scuttled back towards it, deciding to take one last analysis of the towering foliage before completely losing hope and giving up on her life. Scurrying around the tree, she found no roots protruding from the near soil, and no berries or fruits that had fallen from the canopy of leaves above. She reached forwards, scratching at the bark of the tree with the tiny sharp tips of her frontal legs, hoping to find some sap behind the bark, or even a secret hiding place of small animal that she could steal a bit of food from. Little Anett was out of luck.
“No more… All gone…” whispered the severely weakened Nincada as she allowed her legs to fall out from underneath herself and fell onto her belly. The depression of having her dreams of evolution crushed and the physical weakness of starvation were just too much for the small, white insect. Anett decided to take one last look up at the sky before closing her eyes; however, the massive tree completely obstructed her view of the beautiful cyan blue sky, filled with fluffy white clouds that she soon planned to sit upon.
Angered greatly with the tree for blocking her view, she let out a low hiss and began to turn around towards the open meadow. Still watching the tree as she turned, as if she had to make sure it wasn’t going to attack her while she shifted positions, something caught the corner of her eye as she began to look away. A few feet above the ground was a large golden fruit, hanging gently from a nook in the tree.
Adrenaline rushing through her body, as she had found a chance at life, Anett burst into the air, her pint-sized olive-colored wings pushing her high into the air. Rising up until she could see the golden fruit, almost at eye level, the weary Nincada landed on a nearby branch and slowly tip-toed towards her one chance at living. The leaves under her feet rustled and fell to the ground and she slowly walked across the large branch, not wanting to fall off over the edge.
Finally, after hundreds of depressing minutes of searching for food, crying over her failure at evolution, and almost giving up completely on her life; Anett was within reach of food. “Food…” she whispered, her voice to weak to shout the words with joy. With tears of happiness rolling down her tiny insect face, she lunged forward and latched onto the golden fruit, opening her tiny maw as wide as she could to try to engulf the savory goodness that was food. Suddenly, shocking the munching cicada so much that she almost fell from the tree, the golden fruit let out a loud, ear-piercing screech.
A young green caterpillar sat up and glared at the petrified Nincada from within the nook that the golden fruit appeared to be hanging from. The red ‘Y’ shaped accent above its eyes moved down to form an angered expression over the insect’s large round black pupils. The Caterpie from within the nook snapped its tail from the Nincada’s mouth and smacked the still-starving Pokemon across the face, leaving a bright golden skid across the tiny cicada’s pearl white face. The blow sent Anett tumbling back out onto the branch, almost causing her to fall; she almost let herself too. There was no food, just a baby Pokemon up here; the hope that had filled her soul just moments ago had now been ripped from her body and had been used to beat her face.
The Caterpie within the tree’s nook started to whimper slowly; the lemony tip of its tail was throbbing where Anett had bitten him. Slowly the whimper turned into a full on uproar-like temper tantrum. The lime-colored caterpillar with the creamy yellow underside screeched in pain, puddles of tears rolled down its face, and all that could be heard within a mile radius was the poor little Caterpie screaming, “Mama! Mama!”
Anett felt bad, she hadn’t meant to hurt the poor little baby, it was a complete accident. Now not only was she hungry and depressed, she felt guilty because of the pain she had caused the screaming caterpillar. The worst of the Nincada’s suffering was yet to come.
Caterpie’s cries could be heard from all around The Great Meadow and caused a rather large Butterfree to flutter to Caterpie’s nook, her motherly instincts kicking in. One hiss and growl from Caterpie toward Anett was enough to show the mama Butterfree what was going on; this Pokemon was trying to hurt her baby.
With a mighty flap of her black and white wings, the angered mother Butterfree created a gust-like Whirlwind that swept Anett right from the branch that she had been barely attached to and threw her far down, plummeting towards the hard, earthy soil. With a thud that echoed against the large tree, Anett smashed into the ground with the great force of the Butterfree’s whirlwind.
Anett, just barely able to open her eyes after the dangerously high fall, slowly allowed her weak eyelids to raise open and see what was now happening. She was lying under the tree; a small imprint of her body had been made in the soil surrounding her. Looking up, she noticed that Butterfree was tending to her baby and was now paying no attention to the injured cicada.
The green worm tricked me…
Anett whispered within her own mind, and the purple butterfly… She blew me from the tree… Well we’ll see how they like me returning the favor!
With that, Anett sprung to her feet, finding the energy to stand just long enough to get back at her new found enemies.
“CADA!” Anett screeched as she summoned an orb of glowing, emerald-colored ethereal energy in front of her nose. Using her mind to guide the floating orb, she allowed it rise up the tree, just high enough reach the Caterpie and its mother. Anett let out another cry of battle and she thrust the thought-controlled shining orb into Caterpie, sending the green and yellow caterpillar into painful convulsions.
“Pie! Pie! Caterpie!” the baby Pokemon cried as its energy was drained by the Nincada’s Giga Drain attack, the last attack that the disheveled bug would have the energy for if this attack did not succeed. The tiny worm thrashed within the nook of the tree as its mother watched in horror.
The mother Butterfree looked down at the barely standing Nincada and swooped down from the high branches of the tree to strike. She let out a cry as she summoned a glowing orb of energy of her own; hers glowing changing dark shades of violet and indigo. “FREE! She called out as her lighting quick Shadow Ball burst from the space in front of her and flew through the quiet meadow air towards Anett.
The concentrating Nincada let go of her focus on the life-draining Giga Drain attack just before being struck by Butterfree’s Shadow Ball. The cyan-sparking purple orb of dark power enveloped the surprised, already severely weakened, bug and exploded upon contact, sending the destroyed Nincada flying backwards several feet, bruised, unable to move, and almost under consciousness.
Since Anett’s focus on her own attack was completely broken by Butterfree’s, the olive-colored draining orb flew from Caterpie’s body at a rapid pace and struck Anett with a force that looked like it would kill such a weakened bug Pokemon. However, upon impact the Giga Drain burst to pieces and small, glowing, green flakes of health fluttered down to be absorbed into the nearly fainted cicada’s skin.
With new life flowing within her veins, Anett’s wings fluttered quicker than ever before on this horrid day, and the angry bug landed on her four, now strong, legs. Anett dashed forward, with speed that she thought she would never have again at the start of the day, and swung one of her claws backwards just before reaching Butterfree; with great force she swung the claw forwards, attempting a scratch at he enemy butterfly’s pearly white wings.
Butterfree, seeing the oncoming attack, quickly flapped her wings towards the ground; letting out a whirlwind which pushed her upwards out of harms way, forcing Anett to fly straight into the gust and spiral back towards the ground. Luckily, this time Anett’s wings were able to keep her slightly afloat within the whirlwind and the impact wasn’t as great as the fall from the tree had been.
Butterfree decided to retaliate with an attack of her own; she fluttered back to the ground where Anett had landed and angrily opened her tiny mouth to bite the cicada. However, just before her Bug Bite could pierce the cicada’s skin Anett’s exoskeleton grew rock hard and Butterfree’s face bounced off of her skin with a rough recoil.
Anett’s Harden gave her just enough time for a free slash at Butterfree, so the fierce insect swung its claws at the dazed butterfly, both of the pincer-like points on the ends of her arms giving off a jet black glow. Anett’s Night Slashes pierced Butterfree’s left wing, sending the butterfly floating to the grassy soil of the battlefield.
Now unable to use her wings, the mother Butterfree was in a tight spot. She stared up at the looming Nincada that had viciously attacked her baby, unable to make any move at all and unable to protect her crying, injured baby any longer. A small tear ran down her cheek as Anett flew up into the air, as high as she could go, and dove down towards the weeping, helpless Butterfree as fast as she could possibly go. Just as the cicada was about to hit her it swung one of its claws at her face with the speed of the dive behind the strike. The Aerial Ace sent the defenseless mother hurdling backwards, fainted, and abused.
Anett looked over at the Butterfree that had attacked her because of a simple accident, disgusted at her enemy’s eagerness to strike her. Anett simply looked the other way as she scuttled off in the other direction, leaving her attacker fainted on the ground in search of food. With the energy to travel farther now she hoped to find a meal before becoming weak and starved once again.