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Hey guys! It's Peridot XJ9, right back at ya with another blog! But not just any blog... This is a contest blog!
"But Eli!" Oh hi there, Magikarp. What do you want? "What about those fan-voted blogs? Are you going to do that Pokemon vs Digimon vs Yokai Watch blog soon? Do it now! I vote Pikachu!!" Hey hey hey... Chill. I'll get to those blogs when my wisdom teeth issues aren't killing me slowly on the inside. But what gave me the energy to do this particular blog, you may ask? Well, I'm actually participating in Chiaroscuro's blog contest on "Missed Connections," in which I feel obligated to make because of the slowly approaching due date. Okay, I'm not a sellout per se, but the reason why I do these contests in the first place is because it tests my skills against better bloggers and see if I'm worthy enough by the viewers to keep doing these or not. Without further ado, here's a little Pokemon ditty I like to call... The Cat's Meow.
Now, before we start, note that the story is going to be in this font color so that I can still get across my personal messages across to you guys, like how I normally would for my story blogs such as that Snowlem story I made a few years back (Yes, he's going to be prevalent this year in some way). In this story, two different Pokemon owned by two different trainers fall in love with each-other, but a twist happens in the end that somehow gets them together. Welp, enough talk! Let's just tell the story straight up (With some illustrations, too, because why not?)!
[Side Note: This story is clocking in at around 1,546 words if you want to know.]
Yet another day starts again for me. Same old shtick, same old fights. I waited in my Pokeball, patiently for prey at a decent level to attack instead of these really low-leveled meals. Huh? You thought I was one of those pathetic human trainers? Well, no. I'm actually a Pokemon; a Litten to be exact. I'm a black and red cat Pokemon with a firey vengeance to train and fight. Just recently, I've been received by the most chipper yet most annoying trainer in the world. He's the one with the stupid black hat and the blue shirt if you're wondering. Every day, I hear his annoying pitter patter of feet noises outside of my Pokeball, and by gosh, it prevents me from having a nice nap! I roll my eyes and growl in annoyance. It's like he's always on the move, never stopping to take a breather. Just as I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep, I hear an obnoxious wild Pokemon tune outside of my Pokeball. Finally! Some prey for once! My trainer throws out my Pokeball, and as I regenerate from it, I feel the wind between my whiskers. It's like I was finally free from that condensed space of a ball for once! I felt the adrenaline rush through me, ready to attack this new foe my trainer pit me against. Unfortunately, the hyped-up energy subsided when I found out it was just a measly Weedle who was weak to fire type moves and was a level 3 compared to me, who was level 7. Thankfully, my trainer was smart enough to let me use Ember on the darn thing and yelled at me to use it as he pointed to the Pokemon. I shrugged, looking uninterested in such a useless fight and spat out an effortless flame. It drew closer to the worm-like Pokemon and burned it to a crisp when it hit him. Sure, I felt a burst of experience afterwards, but it didn't feel as earned as if I was pitted against someone with an equal level to me. Unfortunately, my victory didn't last long and I was sent back to that stupid Pokeball again. Ugh! It's like he wants to keep me captive from the free world or something! While sitting there in an empty void of space, I licked my paws to make sure there was no dirt on them. As I cleaned myself, I thought about all of the other lucky Pokemon that got to follow their trainers around the region outside of their Pokeball. The most infamous one I've heard of was a Pokemon who was nicknamed "Ash's Pikachu." Everybody knows this guy. He's been to countless regions, fought loads of bad guys, and saw many legendary Pokemon; all while not being in a Pokeball. Man, I wish my trainer could do something like that with me! Sometimes if they were really lucky, they could end up with a Pokemon Ranger and do simple tasks like breaking rocks, all while outside of their Pokeball. That's even better than being with a trainer! All they care about maxing up a Pokemon's power until they are mindless power-hungry zombies. It's quite horrific, actually. While waiting patiently, I heard something outside of my Pokeball. It was the tune of not the wild Pokemon jingle, but a trainer one instead. Aw, sweet! I love trainer battles! Once again, I was the first Pokemon being thrown out into the real world, and I was psyched! I felt the adrenaline course through my veins again, hoping for a stronger foe to face this time. This time, it wasn't a weak bug-type Pokemon. It was a grey cat Pokemon with a twisted tail. Her appearance was feminine, with her fur glistening in the beautiful sunlight. It looked like it was a Glameow. She looked so beautiful, yet so smug. I purred at her the moment I stared into her blue eyes. She gave me a hypnotic glare, almost like she was using hypnosis on- Oh, wait.
When I woke up, I was in my Pokeball again, but I felt more refreshed and less hypnotized. Shoot! The battle must've been over! While in such a cluttered space, I overheard the two trainers talking to each-other and gave their "contact information" to each-other... Whatever that was. But that Glameow, though! She's just so... beautiful. I can't fight a Pokemon so beautiful and dear! I- hold on. What is this weird feeling? I've never got it before, but it gives me Butterfrees in my Rattata-filled stomach. Is it something the humans called... Love? I have no idea. I overheard the two trainers talking to each-other, and from what I could make out, the Glameow's trainer mentioned that she appeared to like me. Apparently, she likes challenges as much as I do, but she also beat me up in one hit. Oh, so that's why I didn't wake up in battle! She put me to sleep and made me faint! Whatever. After facing our first gym leader, I had a feeling that my trainer wasn't going to let me see that Glameow again and he was just going to use me to beat the Pokemon League. Well, you know what? Until I see her again, I'm going to get stronger and evolve into my final form to see if she'll like me for my toughness!
~Time Skip~
Well, It finally happened! Even though I haven't seen Glameow again, I still went from evolving from my former self, a Litten, to a Torracat, and now... "Wow," said my trainer, unimpressed to see my new look. "What a ripoff! Your final form looks stupid! You may not be a fire/fighting type, but you sure do look like one!" I was shocked. He didn't like my bipedal wrestling cat final form at all!? I thought he liked fire/fighting types, which was why he chose me in the first place! I snarled at him, but he pointed his finger at the woods nearby from where I was standing. "Just go, Incineroar," he muttered at me, "Your final form sucks, and I can just get a Decidueye from the GTS by getting a Rowlett. Goodbye, old pal. Go into the woods where you belong." I was flabbergasted. He's actually letting me free!? "Woohoo! See ya later, sucker!" I meowed as I ran into the woods, but it just came out as "Roar! Incineroar, Roar!" to my old trainer. As I walked around to smell the fresh summer's air, I caught a familiar scent. It smelled like something familiar, but at the same time felt off. I rushed into the woods to follow the scent, only to find a grey puffy cat hiding in the bushes. Somehow, she still smelled like the same Glameow she was a few years back, but looked vastly different. She now had bendy whiskers, a plump appearance, and her cat head was shaped like a boomerang. I noticed her, crying out tears of sadness as she curled herself up in a ball to hide her nasty appearance. "Hey, Glameow," I comforted her with a gentle mew. "It's me, Litten. You know, The Pokemon you fought a couple years back. I've evolved into an Incineroar, but why are you meowing in sadness?" She glanced up at me with her yellow eyes in tears. She even lost those hypnotizing blue eyes from her previous evolution. "Can't you see it, Litten?" She meowed to me in pain. "I've evolved into an ugly beast! I used to be so beautiful, but when I evolved into a Purugly, my trainer started to hate me and released me into the wild. I can't survive out here in the wild looking like this, no matter how intimidating I make myself look to the other Wild Pokemon." She yowled out a few sad meows with tears in her eyes. I felt bad for her. Like me, she had to get released from her owner because of her looks, and I've got to admit, I feel sorry for her. I knelt down on my knees and reassured her with a speech, "Aw, don't worry about it, Glameow! You're still the same old pretty cat like I knew you back then. Trust me. I had to get thrown out in the wild because of my appearance too, and my trainer hates fire/fighting-looking Pokemon. You've still got your hypnosis and your personality, and that's what I like to see from cats like you! Nowadays, it doesn't matter what you look like, Purugly or otherwise. All that matters is what you are in your heart!" My true love glanced up at me and had stars in her eyes. It was like my speech made her feel a whole lot better. "You know, Litten?" She mewed to me in a tranquil manner. "If you really love me for who I am, I love you for who you are as well!" She used her swirly tail to signal me to sweep her off her paws, and so I did. We stared into each-other's eyes, and as we walked into the sunset, I gave her my honest words of love: "You know, Glameow, no matter what you look like, you will still be this cat's meow."
Aw, man! Was that some Pokemon love or what? I mean, it's not as timeless as Romeo and Juliet, but still! Did you think that read was pretty good? You didn't!? You said it's an awful fanfiction that should be thrown onto DeviantArt!?
Thanks for that salt in the wound, you darn Magikarps. Now, this may be just a contest entry for two judges, but I want to hear from you guys! Did this story warm any of your hearts? Who was your favorite character? Why am I asking these questions that a teacher would give would give to students or a book report? Leave your thoughts in the comments and don't forget to live life the porpoiseful way! Oh, and before you go, why not see (or feed) these memes while you're at it, too?
"But Eli!" Oh hi there, Magikarp. What do you want? "What about those fan-voted blogs? Are you going to do that Pokemon vs Digimon vs Yokai Watch blog soon? Do it now! I vote Pikachu!!" Hey hey hey... Chill. I'll get to those blogs when my wisdom teeth issues aren't killing me slowly on the inside. But what gave me the energy to do this particular blog, you may ask? Well, I'm actually participating in Chiaroscuro's blog contest on "Missed Connections," in which I feel obligated to make because of the slowly approaching due date. Okay, I'm not a sellout per se, but the reason why I do these contests in the first place is because it tests my skills against better bloggers and see if I'm worthy enough by the viewers to keep doing these or not. Without further ado, here's a little Pokemon ditty I like to call... The Cat's Meow.
Now, before we start, note that the story is going to be in this font color so that I can still get across my personal messages across to you guys, like how I normally would for my story blogs such as that Snowlem story I made a few years back (Yes, he's going to be prevalent this year in some way). In this story, two different Pokemon owned by two different trainers fall in love with each-other, but a twist happens in the end that somehow gets them together. Welp, enough talk! Let's just tell the story straight up (With some illustrations, too, because why not?)!
[Side Note: This story is clocking in at around 1,546 words if you want to know.]
Yet another day starts again for me. Same old shtick, same old fights. I waited in my Pokeball, patiently for prey at a decent level to attack instead of these really low-leveled meals. Huh? You thought I was one of those pathetic human trainers? Well, no. I'm actually a Pokemon; a Litten to be exact. I'm a black and red cat Pokemon with a firey vengeance to train and fight. Just recently, I've been received by the most chipper yet most annoying trainer in the world. He's the one with the stupid black hat and the blue shirt if you're wondering. Every day, I hear his annoying pitter patter of feet noises outside of my Pokeball, and by gosh, it prevents me from having a nice nap! I roll my eyes and growl in annoyance. It's like he's always on the move, never stopping to take a breather. Just as I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep, I hear an obnoxious wild Pokemon tune outside of my Pokeball. Finally! Some prey for once! My trainer throws out my Pokeball, and as I regenerate from it, I feel the wind between my whiskers. It's like I was finally free from that condensed space of a ball for once! I felt the adrenaline rush through me, ready to attack this new foe my trainer pit me against. Unfortunately, the hyped-up energy subsided when I found out it was just a measly Weedle who was weak to fire type moves and was a level 3 compared to me, who was level 7. Thankfully, my trainer was smart enough to let me use Ember on the darn thing and yelled at me to use it as he pointed to the Pokemon. I shrugged, looking uninterested in such a useless fight and spat out an effortless flame. It drew closer to the worm-like Pokemon and burned it to a crisp when it hit him. Sure, I felt a burst of experience afterwards, but it didn't feel as earned as if I was pitted against someone with an equal level to me. Unfortunately, my victory didn't last long and I was sent back to that stupid Pokeball again. Ugh! It's like he wants to keep me captive from the free world or something! While sitting there in an empty void of space, I licked my paws to make sure there was no dirt on them. As I cleaned myself, I thought about all of the other lucky Pokemon that got to follow their trainers around the region outside of their Pokeball. The most infamous one I've heard of was a Pokemon who was nicknamed "Ash's Pikachu." Everybody knows this guy. He's been to countless regions, fought loads of bad guys, and saw many legendary Pokemon; all while not being in a Pokeball. Man, I wish my trainer could do something like that with me! Sometimes if they were really lucky, they could end up with a Pokemon Ranger and do simple tasks like breaking rocks, all while outside of their Pokeball. That's even better than being with a trainer! All they care about maxing up a Pokemon's power until they are mindless power-hungry zombies. It's quite horrific, actually. While waiting patiently, I heard something outside of my Pokeball. It was the tune of not the wild Pokemon jingle, but a trainer one instead. Aw, sweet! I love trainer battles! Once again, I was the first Pokemon being thrown out into the real world, and I was psyched! I felt the adrenaline course through my veins again, hoping for a stronger foe to face this time. This time, it wasn't a weak bug-type Pokemon. It was a grey cat Pokemon with a twisted tail. Her appearance was feminine, with her fur glistening in the beautiful sunlight. It looked like it was a Glameow. She looked so beautiful, yet so smug. I purred at her the moment I stared into her blue eyes. She gave me a hypnotic glare, almost like she was using hypnosis on- Oh, wait.
When I woke up, I was in my Pokeball again, but I felt more refreshed and less hypnotized. Shoot! The battle must've been over! While in such a cluttered space, I overheard the two trainers talking to each-other and gave their "contact information" to each-other... Whatever that was. But that Glameow, though! She's just so... beautiful. I can't fight a Pokemon so beautiful and dear! I- hold on. What is this weird feeling? I've never got it before, but it gives me Butterfrees in my Rattata-filled stomach. Is it something the humans called... Love? I have no idea. I overheard the two trainers talking to each-other, and from what I could make out, the Glameow's trainer mentioned that she appeared to like me. Apparently, she likes challenges as much as I do, but she also beat me up in one hit. Oh, so that's why I didn't wake up in battle! She put me to sleep and made me faint! Whatever. After facing our first gym leader, I had a feeling that my trainer wasn't going to let me see that Glameow again and he was just going to use me to beat the Pokemon League. Well, you know what? Until I see her again, I'm going to get stronger and evolve into my final form to see if she'll like me for my toughness!
~Time Skip~
Well, It finally happened! Even though I haven't seen Glameow again, I still went from evolving from my former self, a Litten, to a Torracat, and now... "Wow," said my trainer, unimpressed to see my new look. "What a ripoff! Your final form looks stupid! You may not be a fire/fighting type, but you sure do look like one!" I was shocked. He didn't like my bipedal wrestling cat final form at all!? I thought he liked fire/fighting types, which was why he chose me in the first place! I snarled at him, but he pointed his finger at the woods nearby from where I was standing. "Just go, Incineroar," he muttered at me, "Your final form sucks, and I can just get a Decidueye from the GTS by getting a Rowlett. Goodbye, old pal. Go into the woods where you belong." I was flabbergasted. He's actually letting me free!? "Woohoo! See ya later, sucker!" I meowed as I ran into the woods, but it just came out as "Roar! Incineroar, Roar!" to my old trainer. As I walked around to smell the fresh summer's air, I caught a familiar scent. It smelled like something familiar, but at the same time felt off. I rushed into the woods to follow the scent, only to find a grey puffy cat hiding in the bushes. Somehow, she still smelled like the same Glameow she was a few years back, but looked vastly different. She now had bendy whiskers, a plump appearance, and her cat head was shaped like a boomerang. I noticed her, crying out tears of sadness as she curled herself up in a ball to hide her nasty appearance. "Hey, Glameow," I comforted her with a gentle mew. "It's me, Litten. You know, The Pokemon you fought a couple years back. I've evolved into an Incineroar, but why are you meowing in sadness?" She glanced up at me with her yellow eyes in tears. She even lost those hypnotizing blue eyes from her previous evolution. "Can't you see it, Litten?" She meowed to me in pain. "I've evolved into an ugly beast! I used to be so beautiful, but when I evolved into a Purugly, my trainer started to hate me and released me into the wild. I can't survive out here in the wild looking like this, no matter how intimidating I make myself look to the other Wild Pokemon." She yowled out a few sad meows with tears in her eyes. I felt bad for her. Like me, she had to get released from her owner because of her looks, and I've got to admit, I feel sorry for her. I knelt down on my knees and reassured her with a speech, "Aw, don't worry about it, Glameow! You're still the same old pretty cat like I knew you back then. Trust me. I had to get thrown out in the wild because of my appearance too, and my trainer hates fire/fighting-looking Pokemon. You've still got your hypnosis and your personality, and that's what I like to see from cats like you! Nowadays, it doesn't matter what you look like, Purugly or otherwise. All that matters is what you are in your heart!" My true love glanced up at me and had stars in her eyes. It was like my speech made her feel a whole lot better. "You know, Litten?" She mewed to me in a tranquil manner. "If you really love me for who I am, I love you for who you are as well!" She used her swirly tail to signal me to sweep her off her paws, and so I did. We stared into each-other's eyes, and as we walked into the sunset, I gave her my honest words of love: "You know, Glameow, no matter what you look like, you will still be this cat's meow."
Aw, man! Was that some Pokemon love or what? I mean, it's not as timeless as Romeo and Juliet, but still! Did you think that read was pretty good? You didn't!? You said it's an awful fanfiction that should be thrown onto DeviantArt!?
Thanks for that salt in the wound, you darn Magikarps. Now, this may be just a contest entry for two judges, but I want to hear from you guys! Did this story warm any of your hearts? Who was your favorite character? Why am I asking these questions that a teacher would give would give to students or a book report? Leave your thoughts in the comments and don't forget to live life the porpoiseful way! Oh, and before you go, why not see (or feed) these memes while you're at it, too?
| Credit | This is an Entry for Round One of Chiaroscuro's Blog Contest, So Don't Get Too Excited... |
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I missed your blogs! Aww and this one's so sweeeeet! Kinda felt rushed in the end though but still! Great job! :D