Raven_paw123

I grabbed my bag and walked out with Buneary hopping behind me. I'm a collector of human things as you can see, whether it be a dropping that the human didn't pick up, or a raid at a Pokemon trainer's camp. Just...like...this one. "Look at this shelter. It looks like an Abomasnow attacked. Oh Buneary, look at this! I think these humans were collectors too! Look at all these...Pokemon...heads?" No, no, no! This was a Pokemon hunter! "Mother Eevee," Buneary called. I turned towards Buneary, who's ears were turning every which way. "What's that crying sound," she asked. Hm. So I'm not hearing things then. I put my bag down and begin searching around. "You search too, Buneary." "Okay." Buneary and I looked, well I looked in every place around the camp. Honestly Buneary, do you have to look at every bush you see? Unfortunately all I could see were Pokemon heads and skins. The noise. It was somewhere around here.

Raised by Eevee

I would like to go ahead and thank my writing partner aetherium1. He has helped with creating characters,  and writing stories. He also came up with great ideas that we added to the stories.


aetherium1 helped in writing Raised by Eevee. And other stories such as Rise of the Dark Forest and Wings of Fire Next Generation (yes I'm aware I don't have it on here yet, but eventually I will).


Thanks to my friend