A Calm Day & Encounter

There comes a time in an traveler's life where they just want to relax from their adventures. However, where should they go for that? Well, instincts usually say towns, due to less of a chance of running into wild animals. However, for one male it was too noisy for his tastes as he seen sitting down upon the grassy area known as Pricklemist Hill, a place considered haunted and scares away many a traveler that hears at least one of the stories behind the place. To the male, however, it was just perfect for him, as strange as it sounds.. He doesn't know why he doesn't do the sensible thing and head for an inn to rest...Ignoring that discomfort if only for a while. He guess its because it reminds him too much of his old home...Of what he misses from it...and what he absolutely despises...

He clenched his hands tightly, closing his eyes to take a deep breath and clear his mind of the more sour side of his memories. Now is not the time to dwell upon it in the male's eyes, he is trying to relax, not rile himself up. As the normal type reopened his eyes, that is exactly what he focused on as he wrapped his arms around his legs a bit and looked around slowly. "I seriously wonder what started all the rumors about this place though..?" the male thought to himself, adjusting his glasses. "The place seems alright....Though, its only at face value...Plus...there is always a grain of truth to every story...Hmm..."

A pink blot in the middle of mist and yellowing grass. That's how it must have looked from above.
Feli felt uncomfortable in her new, unfamiliar surroundings. Her pink and creamy fur stood out on this hill, like a snowflake on black paper. The cold mist made the kitten involuntarily shiver. It was strange, alien-like. Where was the familiar and homely bustle of Grassveil Town, the smoke from the chimney tops? Were was the plump Pecha berries of Pecha Forest, the ripe pink fruit dangling from the bushes? The Small Pond, the Guild? The young Skitty even missed the shadowy trees of Shadowhue Forest, which Feli had always viewed from a safe distance. At least she knew what lurked in those dark depths from a list of Pokemon she had seen, tacked onto a bulletin board somewhere in Grassveil Town. Here, though, she had no idea what lived in the mysterious mist of this hill.

It had been the furthest she had ever ventured before. She had traveled for five days straight. It's only supposed to take a couple days to get here, but Feli had to frequently stop and rest. Her paws weren't used to roaming so long, and after only an hour of walking, the Skitty had to sit down on the side of the road, panting. Sometimes she got off course and went left instead of right, this path instead of that path, here instead of there. Why am I here, anyways? the feline Pokemon questioned herself. I could be in the sleeping quarters of the Grassveil Guild, snug and warm. Of course, the answer came to her.

Exploration.

A small pink and cream-colored kitten, with a big velvet bow over one ear, who stutters whenever she first meets someone. Feli does not look like an explorer at all. But adventure was what she wanted. And for good reason, too. Treasure. Discovery. In Feli's opinion, there's no reason why someone shouldn't like adventuring.
Pecha Forest and the Small Pond could hardly be called dungeons, and the kitten isn't experienced enough to step a paw in Shadowhue Forest. In order to gain the full excitement of adventure, Feli must explore somewhere she's never been before. Starting with Pricklemist Hill.
(Sorry this is so late >.<)