Starr wandered away from the town square, muttering to herself. She sure as hell didn't want to follow that shady owl to the shop. And she wasn't in the mood to train either. Sure, punching the crap out of a punching bag sounded nice, but that wasn't exactly doable in a tiny cat body. And... it just didn't feel the same without her team.
Her team. Her friends. How long would it be before she saw any of them again?
Not that she'd ever admit it, but she kind of wanted to... talk to someone normal. Someone else who was in the same boat as her. The Zangoose was a dumbass, the Poochyena was an asshole, the kung fu panda wannabe... well, who even knew with that guy. She couldn't remember who else was human here and didn't feel like asking. Half the Pokemon had never even seen a human before and the other half were acting like this was gonna be some kind of fun adventure. Because rushing toward failure out of some kind of glorified hero complex was supposed to be fun.
She found herself wandering toward the beach without really thinking about it. The water was calm and quiet. Feraligatr would've changed that in a heartbeat if she were here. Tearing up and down the beach, spraying water at Arcanine to annoy her, climbing up those cliffs and cannonballing into the surf.
Starr dug her claws into the sand without realizing, then immediately batted at the sand once she noticed. Whatever. The sooner they finished their mission, the sooner she could go home.
Further down the shore, the Absol from truth or dare was talking with a snowy Vulpix and a Deino. She ignored them, and stared out at the sea.
