The smile on the female pachi’s muzzle faded away as her counterpart talked, drowning itself in a pool of utter confusion. She had heard and saw curious things before, but this defied all common sense. Instinctively eager to ignore the first part of her speech, she focused on one word that shined among them all: Mew. Hearing of someone knowing a mew was both unnerving and exciting. She never had seen a mew before, but she wasn’t expected to see one either. Mew, creatures of great power, the deities of the pokemon, were known of all, but seen by no one. They floated around the world, scouting the earth like invisibles angels, helping pokemon with their powerful paws. Their omniscient presence was obvious, but their actions were a rarity, if not legends. If one was lucky enough to have its life saved by a mew, it could consider itself gifted of their holy blessing. Such things never happened though, or so she thought.<br/><br/>Awkwardly blinking at the other white ball of fur, she had no choice but to accept the truth of those words. Pachirisu were guilty of many crimes, including stealing food from other creatures, but never would one lie. Never. Not that they were unable to (albeit their ability to do so is fairly limited), but it wasn’t simply in their culture. Their colonies were closely knit groups, each pachi brother or sister to each other. It was unconceivable that a member of the family would want to harm another member by lying, thus hurting the whole group to some extent. More than their nature, if anything in the world was able to prevent a pokemon from disappearing in that horrible fate that falling under the claw of larger beast was, it could only be a holy mew. This, she couldn’t doubt, but it was the other part of her message that was truly messing up with her logic. The other had claimed to have been eaten by a pikachu, of all things!<br/><br/>Nervously thinking about the implications of that statement, Magic backed away slowly, her tail wrapping around her body as she fearfully glanced at the bushes she had come from. Her best friend was a pikachu. If pikachu eat pachi, this meant Sparky would try to eat her one day. And that day, she would have to eliminate a threat that would have used to be one of the pokemon she liked the most. If this was a scary idea, she could reassure herself that her colony and Sparky’s have been living in peace since he became the leader of the pikachu clan and negotiated a “peace treaty” with the leader of her clan. Nobody never really understood what it was, as it had seemed to be one of those human things only Sparky knew about, but the point was that no pikachu ever did anything bad to a pachi since then. This didn’t mean she didn’t want to know if a pikachu could actually eat one of them, even if she had never heard of it before. Heck, if this mysterious mew could really make it safe…<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath and relaxing slightly, the squirrel returned to staring at her counterpart, her voice no more happy and cheerful, but nervous and anxious. “Err… I didn’t know pikachu could…. eat… us. Seems bad… I… err… I live with a lot of pikachu and no one did that! Sparky would never… he…” she muttered, glancing at the bushes once more with a gulp. “S-Sparky! Come here now! I met a new pachi and I don’t like what she said about you! Sparky!!!”