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“Okay,” Ellie said quietly. “So you’re not going to be my obedient little partner.”
Ellie named her new partner Sable, after the dark, rich color of its fur. Sable followed her everywhere—padding silently behind her to the kitchen in the morning, curling up on her homework while she tried to study, and meowing plaintively at the refrigerator every time Ellie opened it. Her mother was skeptical but ultimately relented after Sable spent an entire evening perched on her lap, purring like a tiny engine, while they watched a documentary about the Unova weather system. pokemon purrloin sweet or sneaky
Two weeks later, Ellie’s mother’s wedding ring went missing. For three agonizing days, her mom tore the house apart, convinced she’d lost it in the garden or dropped it down the sink. Ellie helped her search, her stomach growing tighter and tighter with suspicion. Finally, on the third night, she found Sable behind the bookshelf in the living room, batting the ring across the floorboards like a hockey puck. “Okay,” Ellie said quietly
The Purrloin blinked slowly, then tilted its head. And despite every warning her mother had ever given her about wild Pokémon, despite the posters in the Pokémon Center that said DO NOT APPROACH UNFAMILIAR PURRLOIN (apparently they were notorious for charming their way into people’s homes and then stealing their silverware), Ellie knelt down in the grimy alley and held out her hand. Her mother was skeptical but ultimately relented after
There, perched on a half-crushed cardboard box, was a scrawny little Purrloin with patchy fur, one torn ear, and eyes the color of overripe apricots. It was shivering—whether from cold or hunger, Ellie couldn’t tell. It held up one paw, as if asking for help, and let out another soft, shaky cry.
It happened on a drizzly Tuesday in Accumula Town. Ellie was walking home from school, her backpack soggy and her mood even soggier, when she heard a tiny, pitiful mew from behind a dumpster behind the Pokémon Center. Against her better judgment, she peeked around the corner.
“Oh no,” Ellie whispered, her heart doing something complicated in her chest. “Are you okay?”