(This was written as a secret santa gift for “that1guyfromschool” on DA, who wanted a pokemon setting and his OCs used. Hope you enjoy!)
Marrow raised his bone into the air and brought it down hard. “Mine!” he said.
It was late at night, but with the light of the moon caught in the snow, the the woods were still lit well enough to see. His target had followed a path into the corner of his forest he considered his own, and in his mind, that meant anything it held was his too.
“OW!” the cat-like creature yelped as it struck him. “The heck man!? This is my apple!”
“MINE!” He said again, swinging it harder.
“OW! Fine, here take it.” The Meowith throw the apple at him. It bounced off the hard shell of his skull hat and fell into the snow.
Gleeful, Marrow danced and reached down into the snow and picked it up. He bit down. It was sweet and crunchy, though with some soft spots.
The Meowith rubbed his head as the Cubone ate. He glared at him, but didn’t want to challenge the larger Pokémon. Suddenly he smiled. “Fine. You take that tiny, old, rotten apple. But you know what? I’m going back HOME to my FAMILY, where I’ll have all the apples you want. Have fun out here in the snow.” He walked away and flipped Marrow off.
Cubone felt his heart drop and stopped eating. He then growled and, with tears in his eyes, raised his bone in the air and threw it with all his might.
The Meowith dodged it easily, and it struck a wall and fell to the ground. It picked up the bone, looked over its head and laughed. “Its mine now, loser!” He said, and began to run.
Marrow chased him. He ran as fast as he could and felt like he was getting closer. The woods suddenly became suburbs, and the snowy path became a paved road. The salt burned on his feet, but he kept chasing. At the last minute before he caught up, the cat looked over his shoulder, laughed, and began to run faster, easily outdistancing him. He then jumped onto a garbage pail and onto the roof of nearby home.
Marrow’s breath caught. The bone was all he had, and the last remains of…
He couldn’t lose it. He panicked, ran at the house and began clawing at the wall, trying and failing to climb it.
The Meowith laughed again. He held the bone out at the length of his arm and stared at it. “You sure you want to do that? You’re in the town now, you know if they catch unadopted pokemon here, its straight to the pound. I wouldn’t give anyone an excuse to call for help.”
A chill went up Marrow’s spine. He looked down the street. It was empty for now, but he didn’t know how quickly he could make it back to the woods. He looked back up at the Meowith. He decided he needed the bone no matter what, so he went back to trying to climb the wall.
The cat like creature laughed. “Its mine now, loser. Might burn it in my fire place.”
Marrow let out an involuntary whine.
“Awww you poor widdle bone-head. You want this?” He said, waiving it in front of Marrow. Marrow, crying now, nodded. “Beg me for it.”
Marrow looked down at his feet.
“You heard me. Beg me or its getting burned.”
Marrow looked back up, then, sighing, sunk to his knees and put his hands up. “Please,” he said.
“Hmmmm I don’t know…”
“Well alright. Its ugly anyway. Catch it! Go fetch!” He pulled it back then threw it as hard as he could, and it flew through the air, landing in a gutter.
Marrow bounded after it. He dug it out of the mud and snow and brushed it off, then held it close to him and rocked it.
His stomach grumbled, and he put a hand to it. How long had it been since he’d eaten? It seemed like days, and that apple would have been the first real food in a while. It was hard in the winter.
“Well well well, what do we have here?”
Marrow’s breath caught. There was a pair of heavy black, leather boots in front of him. Was it someone from the pound.
He looked up slowly. White fur on top of the boots… red pants… a heavy, red coat. That wasn’t the uniform of the pound.
An massive, old, bearded man looked down at him. “You have been on my naughty list for years, and now that I’ve got you, I can finally do something about it.” He grabbed the Cubone and lifted him right into the air.