It was morning. The sun, hidden behind the trees surrounding the forest I called home. I awoke from the nest my mom and dad made of branches that were from the trees in the thicket. I stretched myself out, getting ready for the day.
“Chrissy!”
That was my mom. Her name was Aria. She was a Zoroark with a blonde mane and a snow white coat of fur.
“Chrissy, I have something to show you!”
I was still groggy from my great sleep. I dragged myself over past the circle of bushes that gave way to a clearing.
The light shined down on my parents. My dad, Lee, was next to mom, and he had tears of joy in his eyes. Lee wa