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It was a bright, sunny day at Brutus' Dojo. The master was outside in the training yard, enjoying the sun whilst training some of the stronger Pokemon. The big, burly man was directing the training much like a master of a human's martial arts class might. He was in full gi, doing each punch and kick that he instructed his students to do, in this case a Machamp and a Blaziken. The youngest member, a Meowth by the name of Yotta was nearby, watching the class. He desperately hoped that one day he'd be as good as either the Pokemon, or even his master, Brutus.

"Alright," the man paused, bowing to the two Pokemon, who bowed back. "Great job guys, stretch out and don't forget to grab some water."

"Champ!" "Blaaa!!" came each reply as they did as they were told.

The hulking form of the man tromped over to the comparatively tiny cat. "How's it going Yotta? Ready for your class later?"

"MEOWTH!" was the eager reply.

"Good boy," he smiled. Despite his look and his job of being a Fighting-type trainer, Brutus was really quite gentle. He petted Yotta's head and then went back to the other two, stretching out with them.

Yotta, on the other hand, had quite a bit of time before his training, so he decided it'd be best to go exploring. He'd lived here as long as he could remember, but there was always new things to find, especially when they lived in a rather remote area, away from many people. No matter, he was always looking for new Pokemon to meet and greet. Being the only non-Fighting type that lived here, he was also constantly trying to prove himself to the others. There was one phrase Yotta had never heard before, "Scaredy Cat." He was brave... probably to a fault.

Today's exploring brought him to the east side of he property, a heavily forested area that he was normally told to stay out of. There were many strong Pokemon that inhabited the forest, but so long as he stayed near the edge he be fine. Right? Yeah, totally.

Yotta carefully plodded up to the edge of the forest and, from behind a tree, peered in. He scanned the whole area, or what he could see at least. A pink glint caught his eye from one side. He just caught it out of his peripherals, so his eyes locked on to the area he saw it from. A few seconds later he saw another pink glint before it vanished under the brush again. His primitive instincts of the hunt kicked in and he crouched down. His pupils widened and his senses heightened. He crept silently through the bushes, following the sound and supposed direction of the bouncing pink thing. Little did he know that what he was following was actually 5... er 6... separate things.

The cat Pokemon sneaked quietly, thinking he'd make Brutus so happy if he brought dinner home... or a new friend... more likely a new friend. Yotta had never intentionally harmed another living creature and if he did hurt something, he always felt terribly afterward.

And so he slinked, until he got close enough to see what he was following. It was five bouncing, pink... eggs? And a soccerball? Yotta stayed under a large bush, watching the odd little things as they bounced along. He wondered if they were lost. And how were they bouncing? Eventually, his curiosity was too much and strolled right out into the open. "What're you?" he tilted his head to the side padded around the Exeggcute.

The cream and brown cat sat on his haunches and tilted his head to the opposite side at Ajax's remark. He supposed he had kind of surprised the little group. As the feminine one had suggested, he really didn't want to fight. He liked making friends, despite his want of being the only Fighting-type Meowth.

"I am Yotta, Meowth of Brutus Maximilian Claudius, master of the Inner Strength Dojo!" he stated, very proudly. He sat up very straight as he spouted it out, curling his tail around him. He was rather still for a moment, trying to remember if he forget anything out of the title.

When he was satisfied with his answer, he opened one eye, looking to see if the Exeggcute was paying attention, or bored. His posture relaxed, in either case and opened the other eye. "What'cher names? And why's dat one black and white?" He was, of course, referencing the soccer ball with the latter part. "Is... it..." he decided, not knowing the genders of the seeds, "...okay? Not sick?"

"Nothing wrong with that, nope," he smiled. "Sensei Brutus says it takes all kinds for da world ta go 'round. He says it'd be boring if e'eryone was da same." He nodded, his whiskers flapping a bit. "I like my home, but I like to e'splore too, so I thinks I understand. And I like being with others too! So, yeah!"

He listened carefully as the names were given; he was trying to find a distinguishing feature for each one to be able to tell them apart. Much to his dismay, though, he really couldn't find anything, other than maybe size and current location. But once they moved, he'd probably get them all confused. "I would like to say hello to you all, I haven't said that yet..." He bowed lowly, a sign of greeting and respect he had learned during his time at the dojo.

When he sat back up he smiled broadly, "I can help you find a name? Or we can play? Or both?" His grammar, or speech in general, wasn't the greatest, but he was still rather young, still a kitten in all accounts.

"Sensei Brutus is a smart and kind master." He nodded forcefully again. It was pretty obvious at this point that the Meowth had no filter from his brain to his mouth. He just said what he thought, but none of his thoughts were ever ill of anyone, so it wasn't such a bad thing.

Yotta's smile widened at the want of the small egg, not only to play games, but also to be best friends. He had many friends, but no real BEST friend. He almost wondered what that entailed. "I dunno any Meowth games." he responded, not losing the excitement in his voice. "But I know lots of games!" He paused, thinking. A low rumbling noise began emanating from inside the little cat.

It was several, nearly silent moments later, before Yotta spoke again. He'd been trying to think of a game that the little egg-seeds could actually play. He had to think of something that did not involve arms or legs as a "must-have." He finally came up with an idea he hoped the group would approve of. "Hide and seek? That good?" He eagerly awaited a reply, his tail swishing back and forth, the the purring continuing.

"I will vol'teer to be it!" Yotta struggled with the word as he nearly bounced about in excitement. He, unlike many people and Pokemon, enjoyed being "it." It helped him work on his primal instincts. Really, though, he just liked finding things and people and Pokemon. That's why he liked exploring so much.

"Okay, I'll count, an' you go hide!" the Meowth kindly instructed as he plodded over to a tree. He sat on his haunches and rested his head on his front legs, against the tree. "I'm gonna count now! Go hide." He smiled and began counting with his eyes closed.

Yotta counted to about 50, as best he could. There were a few pauses as he tried to think of the number that came next. Eventually he got there, with plenty of time for the egg-seeds to hide. Once he finished counting, he slowly turned, looking at the surrounding area with new found outlook. His pupils widened, lettiing in more light, as he began to tune into his primal instincts. His purring had stopped.

Crouching down, Yotta sniffed close to the ground, his tail swayed back and forth slowly. He moved slowly, his paws silently moving him along the grassy forest floor. He was ignoring the two that were not playing as he searched.

His first heading was towards the rocks, though he wasn't entirely sure why. He thought they kind of looked like the Exeggcute, shaped differently, but the same color. His carefully placed one paw on the first, large rock he came to. He tested it a couple times, making sure it'd hold his weight, before he hopped up on it. Even if your were listening for him, it'd be hard to tell if he was near or not. He began cross over the rocks, testing each one before he moved to that one. He looked into every crack and crevasse, feeling that one of these rocks was hiding one of the group he was looking for.

The sound of the ball rolling out into the open caught Yotta's attention. His pupils dilated even more and his focus shot towards the direction of the ball. He stood completely still as he watched the ball a few yards off. When he was certain no other movement was being made, he begin to pad over to the ball, as silently as he had been on the rocks. He was pretty confident that he'd get the ball now... and maybe even a nearby egg... As he neared the ball, he looked around the area, trying to find whom or whatever might've budged the ball from its hiding place.