A Small Bump In the Road

A young pokemon began to wonder away from its mother, waddling away with unsteady steps as she took in the rowdy environment around her. 'This is bowing, I wanna have fun!' the young pokemon thought as she observed the pokemon around her and compared to her having a way better time. Clover, the shinx, walked further down before looked back at her mother making sure she was too distracted to notice Clover’s disappearance. “He he he,” the young cub giggled gleefully as she bounced away, taking off in a random direction. Clover had a habit of wandering away from her parents in an outing, mostly to explore or to find entertainment. But it always ends up the same way, Clover getting in trouble. Yet it never discouraged her to not wander away, the cub did what it want and unfortunately it doing it right now.

Wondering around the busy town was interesting for the curious shinx, people arguing and getting into fights, other pokemon were playing and having fun. Of course though, it was the afternoon, the sun at its highest casting a warm blanket of heat over the town. Clover stopped for a moment letting the sun warm up her pelt. She loved just bathing in the sun preferably taking a nap however this scenario would do. Spotting a group of flowers not far off in the distance, the baby shinx began to pick up speed curious on their scent and… their taste. Only having the flowers in her field of vision she didn’t notice the harmless little pebble just short feet away from her.

“Flahwa, flahwa, flahwa” she chanted with her baby tongue, still not being able to speak well. “Fla-- !” Clover exclaimed as she tripped over the pebble rolling around for a bit before knocking into something, or rather a pokemon, and landed on her back. The baby shinx began to sniffle for she had hurt her face in the tumble. “Mai face huwts,” she told the other pokemon who seemed to have no arms but strangely had a bowtie. “Owwy…” she began to cry as she struggled to go back on her four paws. Once on her paws, Clover sat down and looked up at the blue pokemon with a bowtie, with watery yellow eyes and tried to nuzzle the pokemon as she would do with her parents; “Make owwy go away.”

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it's been a while since I've rped so it's not good. Hope you don't mind :'D

Baby talk translator:
"This is bowing, I wanna have fun!" = This is booring, I want to have fun!
“Flahwa, flahwa, flahwa” = Flower flower flower
“Mai face huwts,” = My face hurts

hee hee~

It was a perfectly pleasant day for swimming, the whooper thought to himself. Whimsy skipped down the path, frying pan clinched in his tail, only stopping to fasten his bowtie in his mouth ever so often. He'd never seen the town this bustling before in all his days of being here. Heck, even Peanut Swamp looked empty compared to this, even on family reunion day. Before long, Whimsy found himself absent-mindedly whistling and gawking up at the sky as he walked, no qualms about anything.
At least until someone's clumsy infant came tumbling into him. Admittedly, she had him dazed for a minuge, but managed to snap back to reality in time to tend to the klutzy thing. "Uh...guh...d-don't cry! He stuttered. "H-how about a pl-plaster?"
(I don't text wall that much..sorry! Is that okay?)

“Uh…guh…d-don’t cry!” the blue pokemon stuttered.

Clover just stared at him before starting to wail. “It huwts! It huwts!” she cried, pawing the ground leaving claw marks.

“H-how about a pl-plaster?”

Clover began to sniffle at those words, “Pwa-pwaster? What’s a pwaster?” she asked tilting her head to the side, curiosity soon replacing the tears in her eyes. Her tail flickered back and forth excitement starting to build up, “Is it a flahwa? I like flahwas!” Clover gave the pokemon a toothy grin, showcasing her small fangs forgetting the pain for now. Getting up and standing on all fours she began to circle the pokemon pouncing here and there never on the actual pokemon though, her excitement clearly visible.

Nudging the pokemon with her nose she introduced herself. “My name ish Clovah, but mami said not to talk with stawngers, are you a stawnger? You look funny, stawngers don’t look like you right? So you no a strawnger.” She tilted her head to the right as she continued to babble on, “Where are you arms? Did you get eaten? Daddy says there’s bad pokemon that eat good pokemons.” Her curiosity was being borderline rude but she didn't realize it or rather she didn't know, her mouth was uncensored.

Clover smiled at the pokemon as she stopped circling him and sat down in front of him again, her tail flickering back and forth in happiness, a habit she got from her dad. “Oh, oh! What’s you name? Wh-what pokemon are you and where's the pwaster?” she continued to ask still smiling. “Will the pwaster fix my boo boo?” Once the baby shinx starts talking no one can get her to be quiet, always asking question or babbling incoherent things that made no sense whatsoever. Clover stared at the pokemon in front of her with fascination and anticipation for his answers. Her flickering tail wouldn't stop moving.

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That's perfectly okay! Write whatever length you're comfortable in 8D Quality over quantity~

Baby talk translator:
huwts = hurts
flawha = flower
pwaster = plaster
Clovah = Clover
strawnger = Stranger

He was admittedly stumped on the ankle-biter's words. "You know, a bandage? Band-aid?" Whimsy squeaked. Of course, his explanations proved useless the shinx's young mind. "Wha...? Bitten?" He stuttered. "No, no, I was born like'is! Woopers don't have arms. I'll get arms if I evolve!" Whimsy's smile transitioned from blank to nervous, a little bit startled at Clover's conclusion. Slowly, he plopped onto the floor and dug around in his bowtie for a bandage. Ater unwrapping it, he lifted the bandage up on his tail and covered it over the little scrape. "Well, Clover. Is that any better? And I'm Whimsy!" The wooper chimed. "Do you need help finding your momma?"