[center][b][i][color=ed1c24]Scorch[/color][/i][/b]

Scorch awoke, from his wood chip nest, yawning as he did so. He was on the edge of the forest, but still in the fields. Out far enough to still feel the light breeze that made the grass sway. He stood up, and stretched his body, loosening his muscles. He gathered as much of the old wood chips as he could, and placed them in his pile in the forest. He then proceeded to scrape of more wood from the trees, and replenish his nest. Satisfied with his nest, he went out strolling through the wavering grass. He saw Aster, sleeping, as he almost always was. For him, Aster hadn't been a big part of his life, as Aster was to others. Scorch didn't go to the nursery, as by the time his parents let him go, he was to old. While he wasn't a part of his life, he still respected the other Pokemon, helping young ones. Scorch growled, as his stomach rumbled. His supply of food was out, but all the berries in the area had been picked by him, or, another Pokemon. Maybe Aster could help.  He walked up to the sleeping Pokemon, and tapped on his head, hoping to awake him from his deep slumber.[/center]