<div class="floatleft">(http://t01.deviantart.net/U-xF6iRJ1FD_TCya5lhHld5vfyU=/300x200/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre14/5cce/th/pre/f/2015/053/9/8/viximon_by_virogaming-d8j5ztr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pokomon<br/><strong>Time:</strong>? ? ?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Crystal Lake<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: Exploring, Getting attacked<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kayla, Open.<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Deep inside the forest, on between a small digimon village and crystal lake, a small golden fox like creature called Pokomon trained tirelessly.  One could hear sounds of work as she pushed a very small, dead tree. Each effort made the plant tilt farther and farther until suddenly<em>crash</em>! Pokomon let out a squeal of delight before composing herself. Once done with that she crossed the makeshift bridge over the small dried up stream bed.<br/><br/>The stream seemed to have created some kind of horseshoe bend, which is what created the barren trench earlier, as not five minutes later she came across what must be the streams new pathway. The cold water created a refreshing mist as it collected into Pokomon's soft, unkempt fur. Her ears, tipped a deep scarlet, twitched happily at the smell and feeling of its cool surface. Decidedly,  she laid down to take a quick nap.<br/><br/>***  ***   ***   ***   ***<br/><br/>Pokomon woke up feeling quite refreshed. She stretched, her stubby feet potruding out in different directions. She stifled a yawn, knowing that that would bring her dangerously close to another nap. Instead, she lapped up some water from the stream, feeling the frigid liquid quench her thirst. She prepared to go on her way, before hearing a sharp sound.<br/><br/>"Hey, you!" It said angrily. Pokomon turned about, still a little sluggish, to see a very annoyed looking Palmon standing not 15 meters away. "What are you doing in MY forest?!"<br/><br/>Pokomon tilted it's head, confused at the notion that the forest could belong to anyone. Had it been under management,  she was sure the village would know. Furthermore, this Palm on didn't seem to exude any real authority. "I was getting a drink from the stream", she said calmly. "If you'd like some I can move." Pokomon felt that this course of action was logical, as she did stand in the best area, as one wouldn't have to maneuver around rocks or slopes.<br/><br/>"You drank from my stream?!" The Palmon said. With a shrill scream, it charged after Pokomon. Using the only thing she knew how to do, Pokomon curled into a stone like ball releasing a semi-poisonous mist. Killing stone, it was called.<br/><br/>Using the momentary distraction,  Pokomon bolted off, leaping over a smaller part of the stream. Enraged, the Palm on followed stubbornly. Rocks, inclines, fallen logs, none seemed to slow the vicious plant digimon down. Pokomon began slowing, running out of energy. Suddenly, with a<em>thwack</em>Pokomon was sent sprawling down a hill, landing upside down near where one of the lights had appeared.