Cold summer day at Flooded Grave Ranch

    I know, I know, the title sounds like this will be a horror story your friend tells you with half a s'more crammed in his cake socket and a milk bottle or something in the hand not holding the other half. But it's not, it's actually a more eventful story if I do say so myself. See, I thought that I was gonna wake up like any other day, move Pechy, feed my other Pokemon, get breakfast for myself, normal stuff. That was the wrong assumption. I looked outside and it was snowing. Hard.

    I leapt right into action. When your free range Pokemon don't expect the cold, it could be deadly. The pseudo-headstones by the individual swimming holes for the water Pokemon I hadn't amassed many of were caked in snow and ice sickles, and Clamp, my Clauncher's plot was under a thick sheet of snow and ice. I cleaned the snow off, my hands were cold as all get out, but Clamp, any of my little ones, would be worth frostbite, forget just some coldness.

    It took me a while to get to the ice, the snow was falling hard and the wind was blowing like a few thousand air horns. I eventually saw Clamp. He was swimming around under the ice, frantically slamming his claws against the thick, cold ceiling of his now foodless home. I quickly ran to the only other grave with a Pokemon in  it, one I knew would not be covered and dropped a rock in. The worm-like form emerged. Slits, my fire fusion venipede, she got fire powers as a result of her father, but most of the looks came from mommy. "Slits, Clamp is trapped." I said, pointing to the poor blue crustacean's soon to be tomb.

    The insect squeaked out a "Pede" and scurried quickly over, I gave the command and she used roll out over the ice. Her body had various molten parts to it and as such, the Ice melted enough for Clamp to finally break through and keep Slits from falling in or going out because of the water on the top lair and the melting snow around them. Things seemed momentarily calm until I looked at the trees, they were swaying. Full grown pechaberry trees. With two of my pokemon in them. Swaying in this heavy wind. I, and my Pokemon, ran for the now flake covered trees.

    We checked all six of the trees before Clamp started yelling, me and Slits ran like the wind to the poor, blue, freezing thing. Looking up the Tree, I saw Pecha Seed (Pechy for short), and Cobby, my Spewpa and Spinarak, stuck up in the tree, they had a lot of threads tethering them both to the tree as it swayed. I reached into my Jacket's pocket, quickly pulling out a pocket knife and cutting them down, scooping Pechy up in my arm first, Cobby was a lot more argumentative, she almost bit me like four times before she just clambered to my back. I ran inside. I mean booked. I went back out with Slits after everyone was situated and I put some food and water out. I still had three Pokemon to find. Pokey, my Shuckle. Ufo, my Elgyem. And Cinny, my Litwck, with any luck, they were clustered together in the tool shed. No luck was had, sad to say. 

    I had to leave, that much became clear after a lot of searching, roughly two hours, and not so much as a purple light. Having little to no choice, we all set out after I stocked up on food for myself and them. No one was getting left behind in the event of the worst, they should be able to go off and get food for themselves. I consider myself a pragmatic little rancher. I started to walk into the woods with my little friends, a loose cabal of a human and his odd little pets, looking for the few missing, and while we're at it, I think we'll try and look for whatever's causing the blizzard Maybe a legendary is angry, usually results in this sort of stuff. May Arceus watch over us.