An Introduction to Insanity

It was an unnaturally cold summer morning and the dewdrops were still glistening on the silently swaying blades of grass in the dim sunlight.
Between these tiny trees of green, an only slightly larger white spot crawled forward, unrelentingly progressing despite the icy cold, that had long since seeped into his limbs.
He had come this far already, so why should he let a bit of cold air stop him?
Still it was quite the boring task, mindlessly pulling himself forward, always having to watch out for the next Flying type to swoop down from the skies after him.
The Nincada began to imagine himself at the guild once more.
He had heard so much of them already, but it still was a rather large distance he had to travel until he would get the chance to see, whether those things were indeed true.
But, even should those things just have been hollow rumours and empty stories, it would definitely be better than the things Ned had witnessed back ho-...back there. It was a cruel, uncaring world he had fled from, setting out to find a place, in which honesty and similar virtues were still valued.
Still, while he had met a few Pokémon on his journey already, who seemed to be rather kind individuals, most of his trip had been filled with the unrelenting carelessness and indiscriminate nature of the wilderness.
If only something would happen, that would not lead to him having to fear for his life once again.
Maybe he could stumble upon another Pokémon. Ned was beginning to lose confidence, that he was on the right way again anyway. Yeah, maybe he would meet another Pokémon soon.
With that thought in mind, the small Bug type kept dragging himself further and further across the grassy plains...

High above the grassy plain, a Purrlion lay on a large tree branch. Absentmindedly, she scratched patterns into the tree bark. Swirls, jagged lines, skwigly lines. Soon the patch of bark would be gone and she would move further up to the next branch.

Chiyako had been moving from the last town she had been in. The locals were no longer in a charitable mood. So now, she was moving on, looking for something else to do. The tree had caught her attention and now she was taking the time to make her mark.

Sighing, she looked down on the morning dew. She tilted her head. A little white speck stood out on the grass. She squinted. A bug? She considered it. Could be fun. It was better than sitting up in this tree all day. So, slowly she made her way down the tree. From the lowest branch, she leapt down into the grass, landing softly on her padded feet and making no noise. Then, she softly slinked through the high grass, keeping herself low to the ground.

She saw it. A white little bug. Her ears lowered, licked her lips, and shook her rump. Then she pounced.

Having kept his eyes fixed on the skies most of the time, Ned didn't even spot the Purrloin until it landed directly in front of him. Obviously it was quite a shocking reveal and one the Nincada chided himself for. How could he not have seen the beast lurking in the foilage overhead?
Now this single mistake might very well cost him his life. But then again, the Purrloin might be friendly and had simply chosen a rather unfortunate method of approach.
But this still was the wilderness he was traveling through, so it was better to be safe than sorry.
Trying to keep his actions hidden, the small bug began to store the sun's energy, ready to unleash it in a mighty beam of destruction, should the situation require it.
"G-g-greetings...i-i-I am N-ned. And w-who are you?"