The Thoughts of Pokemon (AKA Pokemon's Diary)

[Billy(2257)]

Spoiler

If there's already a topic about this, please disregard this.

Here, you can post either one-time or recurring diary entries of the life of a Pokemon. I'll start; (just guess what it'll be)
Day 1
Practiced my Headbutt on a huge rock. I'm actually getting pretty good, but I can't wait until I learn Zen Headbutt, oh! the fun things I'll do with that.

 

[woops]

The one on Weedle.

Yeah, just to have fun...

It is really fun to write this, by the way.

Day 1

Ah, the life of a Weedle. yeah, sure I'm pretty new at it. But I like it already. I have many, many friends. My best friend evolved almost right after hatching! It's more exciting than you would think living in a forest. The high trees, making pretty light patterns, having conversations with friends, the Ekans and Arbok above, and the rare Pikachu that comes by to say hi.

Also, the berries here taste delicious. I'm looking forward to a long and happy life. At least I develop fast enough to write.
Signed, Weedle.

Day 2

Ah, my first time sleeping. It's a nice experience, really. I wonder if you've ever tried it, or even if it's possible for plants, like the leaf that I'm writing on, to sleep? At first, your eyes close, and you start thinking impossible thoughts. Then, you feel warmer, and any pain or weight just drops out of you, and you float up. Then, then...
Everything! Anything you ever wanted happens! Right in front of your eyes! It's a beautiful thing, sleeping.

Also, today. Daddy Beedrill, sister Kakuna, and Aunt Butterfree, who was visiting, all went out for a walk in the woods away from the nest. We saw these huge beings, unlike anything I had ever seen! One took a white and red ball, and threw it at my auntie! She turned red, and was sucked into it. It was scary, oh so scary. But she broke free!

Then, the wierd being, took another sphere from these wierd things, I heard myths about them in my small time. They were clothes, and this might've been a human. Yeah, I think that's what they're called. Anyway, they took another sphere, and threw it on the ground. Out came this small, orange-ish thing wearing a smile. It suddenly frowned, and spoke to us. It said it was sorry, after the human commanded him something. He shot out a huge flame toward us all, and I barely got away! I think a bit hit my stinger. My auntie Butterfree helped me and my sis get back. Daddy stayed, and after a short while, fended off the Human and his other Pokémon. Such a scary experience.

At the Festival of the Leaves, where we all sit around a sacred pile of leaves that have been around for nearly forever, even since my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was still a small child. Anyway, at this festival, we spoke of all the hardships we've gone through in the years. Here, I noticed that the world was a big thing, and we were tiny specks. And that despite it seeming like forever, our family hasn't been here long. Two thousand years seems like a big thing to me. To everyone, even. Even those big humans.

I finally realized what they're was to this small, albeit exciting life. I'm excited to sleep tonight.
Signed, Weedle

Day Three

I woke today with an invigorating breath. It seemed like today, like any other day, was an important day in my life. The crisp air penetrated the areas around me, and I felt my stinger shake around. Despite my small stature, I felt like I ruled the world from my small three leaves in a hole that my dad dug in the ground that I call a bed. I wiggled out of my bed, and looked up to find a large bush above me. This was normall, as we live, of course, inside of a bush. The small branches above teemed with leaves, and excitement. Auntie Butterfree was already back home and sister was still asleep. I went outside to find that dad was plating (in leaf bowls, as everything else we do is made of. I wonder what humans use? Leaves 'prolly look tiny to them.) berries. They were kinda crushed, and had mixed spices in.

I asked what they are, and he replied that they were pancakes. Blueberry and Raspberry mix with a touch of peppercorn. I'll always remember the meal, and wonder how he does it. Oh, my dad is such a gourmet. Well, I ate it and decided to do a bit of exploring, of course, with Dad's permission.

Walking around, I found a tree. And squirming up the side of said tree, I saw a beautiful view at the top. A green floor surrounded me, and I could see a clear blue, and it was light.
This light that I felt, it warmed my skin, and it felt great! Even better than dreaming! Oh, I can't even explain it in words, how great it was! Better than the damp below by far! Oh yes, I wanted to just sit here for the rest of my life!

Above, to the right of a big, yellow sphere that was hard to look at, was a big line of seven colors. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. I liked blue the best. In all of this light, I felt light emnating from my own self. Like my friend, I was evolving! In the best spot in the world to do it, I evolved! I now wasn't a small worm. I was lighter yellow. Like the one in that spectrum. And I could pop out arms from my side. I think I liked my old form better, but there's no turning back now!

I layed in bed that night. I couldn't sleep, despite loving it. I always have. My sister told me about it. It's probably because I'll have so much ahead of me now. I had realized the night before that I should get the best out of life and try everthing I can. With a determined mind, I set to sleep.

Signed, Weedle. But not any more, I'm not.

Day Four

I awoke with sweat on my forehead. Sleeping had not been so, what's the word, invigorating. I think it's called dreaming, is what makes sleeping good, you see. You can do anything, most of the time. Tears came to my small face as I recalled the memory.

Awaking early, somehow still a Weedle, I woke up, striding outside quickly, feeling wierd. My dad, I can't remember. Dreams are just that way. You can't remember details. I ran around madly, looking for anyone, really. I saw myself, wierdly. My dad and aunt and sister were...
They were laying on the ground with red stuff on them. And I was fighting. I turned away from the scene. Too scary. Then, I saw her.

My mom, who I have never met. A Beedrill with much smaller stingers. I whimpered, crying about the horrors. She dissapeared, and everywhere was covered in those horrendous, red flames...

I came back to my senses. I was crying loudly. My sister was probably outside. After recuperating, I went outside to another great breakfast and a nice conversation. I told dad and sis about my experience up on top of the trees. To this, my dad reminisced to days where he was a plain Weedle. A long time ago, that was. For that day, we spent more time connecting than anything else. We just talked and talked and talked. Despite this, I had a nice time. We went to bed happy and fed.

Signed, A rather contented Kakuna

Day Five

I awoke this day rather bamboozled. I had much to think about. For one, today was the day I started training. Evidently, I was one day going to be let go to take care of myself. I hope that doesn't happen soon. Second, I needed to come up with a name other than that of Kakuna. And thus, maybe a bit too much to think about. After a while, I discussed with my sister. She hadn't told me before, but she already had a name. It was Light, evidently. I took a long time to think. Through every thought I had, and I could remember. So much to scroll through.

Yes. That would be it. My name would be Icarus. And a fine name it would be.

My dad said it sounded perfect, and thus, Icarus is my name. Has been from that day forward.

Soon, my dad said it was time to train. I wondered what was ahead. We went outside, and my dad proclaimed to others in the forest that it was time to train for me. I fought many, though one stood out. A Small Pikachu, no. It was A pichu. Though I fought Pikachu, this single, much smaller Pokémon who was about my size stood in front of me, waging what seemed like war. It dashed at me, in a tackle to open. I hardened my skin, toughening it, and enduring the tackle. I focused my triangle-like arms into a point and shot many small purple stings. The Pichu nimbly dodged most, but a few managed to penetrate, still a glowing violet.

The Pichu growled, dashing at me again. Though much faster. I presumed this to be a Quick Attack. I shot string at it, somewhat confusing it and slowing it enough for me to dive out of the way. Before I could get up, though, I was hit by a shock of electricity. I was having fun, though this was painful. I endured it, while it coursed through veins. I Felt a sudden jolt, despite not being shocked again, and I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I tried to dodge an incoming tackle, and when the Pichu jumped, I managed to fal on the ground, bring out my Pincers, I guess you could call them, and shoot it with many small poison stings. It took damage directly, and somehow, the poison still seemed to course through it.

I suddenly was bolt still again. I couldn't move. The Pichu took advantage of this and shocked me and tackled me. I tried to harden my skin as much as possible. I sat there, and it was getting tired. As was I. It fired a last shock, which left me, officially, unable to process the attempt to move. And it collapsed right afterwards. A tie.

As of that day, I learned to battle and I was given a name, of which I'm both proud. I became friends with the Pichu, and learned it's name was Kira. It was also a she. We had small talk before bed, where she slept over. A nice day, I guess.

Signed, a contented Icarus

Day Six

My sixth day. Another special day. At least I wasn't told that I would be leaving today. I talked to my dad a while, and decided I wanted to spend some time with Kira. We climbed the tree, the same as before, and I showed her my spot. She seemed as happy about it as me. I pointed out the colors in, what I think, might be a rainbow. She smiled as we talked on about the world. I told her of my experiences, and she told me of hers. The day past fast, and we watched the eerie moon rise. The world has many beautiful sights, it does.

On our way down the tree, we were stopped by a group of Ekans. They spoke to us about the things you see in the branches, and how they watch over everything. One seemed to know alot about me. It was a nice chat for a change of pace.

Down at the bottom of the tree, Kira had to say goodbye, but I was sure that hopefully we would see eachother again. I went to bed in a mellow, wondering way.

Signed, Icarus.

Day Seven

This day, oh this day. Such an important day, I'll say. Sorry for the unintentional rhyme. I've learned so much over so little time. I've learned of humans, berries, trees, Battling, trees, the sky, everything. I spoke to my dad. We would have a Festival of the leaves this day.

Now, I told you about this thing before, but I don't think I went into detail. The Festival of the Leaves is taken on a large pile of leaves, as the name implies. The leaves in this pile are literally every color. It is sacred and magical. These magical leaves contain enough magic to make Pokémon evolve into full form right away. Alot of energy is stored in them. We have feasts, dances, and the entire forest tells their stories. Everyone. It makes the place come alive. And it all happened in one hour from the time.

After a painstaking wait, a white, clear bell rang through the entire forest. Things seemed to become silent, and Pokémon of all types came onto the pile. Pikachu, Pichu, Caterpie, Metapod, Butterfree, Weedle, Kakuna, Beedrill, Raichu, and many, many others in great numbers all gathered. The meeting was started by a large, old-looking Pidgeot.

"Welcome all, to the Festival of the Leaves! We have a special one today, and we'll start it by picking a random name of someone already named. Now, I'll be back."

The Pidgeot then dissapeared for a moment, and came down with his eyes closed and his beak out. He came right in front of me at high speeds, and stopped right in the air, slowly landing. I had my breath taken away.

"Well, you go first!" The Pidgeot declared into the silence, Pushing me into the middle of the area, with everyone in a ring around me.

"Okay, then." I started hesitantly. Though, as I spoke, it became easier to speak.

"Well, on my third day, I found a tree. It seemed climbable. I climbed it, simply enough." The people listened intently. "At the top of the tree, I found light. Of course, in the beginning of my life, as to all of us, this is a great discovery. This, in excitement, was enough for me to evolve."

"On the Fourth day, I ahd a nightmare. I dreamt that the whole forest was on fire. But, this, of course, was only a dream. Me, my sister, and Dad, talked about when Dad was small. A long time, it was..."

"On the Fifth Day, I had to come up with a name. I eventually came to my name, Icarus." Everyone clapped, or whistled, or whatever they could do. This world was enthusiastic, surprisingly as always. "I also had my first battles. I prevailed in most, but the one that stood out the most, would have to be Kira, the Pichu." Kira bowed when people turned to her, and walked forward. "It was a close battle, wasn't it, Kira?" I asked.

"Yes, Yes it was, Icarus." She replied.

"It ended in a tie, if I do remember correctly. Very close. I was paralyzed and she was poisoned."

"The next day, Day Six, yesterday, I took Kira to my spot in the trees. We spent a nice day, talking and speaking of the world. We spoke to the Ekans, too. And that thakes us to today."

We stepped back, and people cheered. It continued, we feasted, and to put it frankly, partied. Whilst in the middle of, well, making an attempt to dance with Kira, we both started glowing. We made a blinding light, holding on to eachother. Kira seemed to grow, and turn a brighter yellow. I took a different form completely, growing drill-like needles on each arm, getting a yellow and black stripe pattern on my back. A Beedrill and Pikachu. We danced.

And then, late in the night, when the Festival was almost done, Me, my Family, Kira, and Kira's family (Who were a Pikachu brother, and two Raichu's. A mom and dad.) met up in an area. It was, as I was surprised to hear, time for me to go. As in, I would be on my own. Tears dropped onto my newly grown drills.

"But, now!?"

"Yes, today." My dad said, sadly. I hugged him.
"But, after thinking, we can let your friend come.
My eyes twinkled in appreciation. I turned to Kira, who was also crying.

We both said to eachother at the same time, "Well, we might as well leave now..." And staring at eachother the whole time, we left the forest into the moonlight. With everyone waving behind. We walked on, to have our own adventures. What happened to us then, even we don't know.

And that, readers, is my story.

 

[Billy(2257)]

Wow. ...Just wow. What a beautiful story... *tears up*

 

[woops]

I sorta asploded with inspiration there... Doesn't happen much. You just caught me at the right time.

 

[TPJerematic]

The Meme-er asploded with something AWESOME!!!

 

[Mitsuki_SOS]

Awww! That was such a cute and creative story! xDDD Bravo!!

 

[woops]

I thank people. At first this was going to make fun of the Caterpie one, but then, as said before, inspired.

I think I'll do another one later.

 

[Mitsuki_SOS]

I am looking forward to it :3 *nods appreciatively* I may even do one when I'm inspired, but my brain is fried from school x.x