Clemence sat in her garden, the warm afternoon sunlight dancing over her soft charcol pelt. She watched a flock of pidgey fly past, uttering their shrill calls as they swooped through the air. She snapped her head to the left, a sound alerting her. Clemence watched as a rattata dived over her paw, attempting to retrive a dropped bit of an oran berry from Clemence's lunch earlier. She smashed her paw over it's tail, stopping the purple little mouse in it's tracks. It uttered one little cry of terror, before the big grey monster scilenced it with one long black claw.
"I do so hate rats." she muttered and tossed the carcass away.