He finished the snack. He felt a little better, but he was still starving.
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Josh walked back to his room and jumped onto the bed.
Destry looked over at him.
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His eyes brightened up. He hopped up. He suddenly wondered if this girl was a trainer. "Trainer?" he asked
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He shrugged and stuck his hand in his pocket. He put his hand around his own Pokeball. His trainer threw it out when he kicked him out. He took it and never lost it. He was still deciding wether he wanted a new trainer or not.
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He shrugged.
"So.." Destry said.
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"O-Okay," he stammered and began walking.
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He nodded. Suddenly, he changed into a full Umbreon and began running around in circles.
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He ran back to her and jumped on to her head, yelping in excitement.
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Colorkit giggled. She was the only she kit in the litter.
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Suddenly, Josh remembered when he turned into a Umbreon his Pokeball falls and usually rolls somewhere. He hopped off and began looking frantically for it. He couldn't lose his it! If he did, he could never have another trainer!
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"Hi," she said, watching her kits run off to HawkCall to play with him.
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He began to whimper, until he saw something that looked like a Pokeball. He ran to it and it.. Attacked him?
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He squirmed as more jumped ontop of them. He was confused... They looked just like Pokeballs!
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"What is it?"
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They hopped off of him, one by one, and hopped away. Josh spotted his real Pokeball and grabbed it in his mouth.
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OOC: I thought only girl Pokemon could use Attract
IC: Pichu was hit and she flew backwards. "Pichu!" Dahvie yelled. Pichu slowly got up. "Great, use Thunderbolt!"
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Josh morphed into full human, in which he had perfect speech. "Thanks," he said, putting it into his pocket.
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"So what exactly dose that mean?"
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"When are we going to get to your house?" he asked.
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"They won't take you from me," he whispered.