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Danica's pokemon huddled together close to a tributary to the larger river that flowed through the area, piling all the brightly colored plastic eggs they had found together in an enormous pile. Sweetling the Skiddo Bounsweet, Satana the Snivy Luxray, Comet the variant Fletchling, Arms Mcgee the buff fighting blend Pidove, Cazador the Sandile, and last but not least, the very handsome Shiverwind stood instead of sat, looking about alertly, ever the stalwart gaurdian. This group wasn't going to be alone for long, as Danica's friend would be here any moment with her host of pokemon as well, but until then the assembled pokemon looked at the massive pile, eyes gleaming at the possibility of the treats they held inside. "Oooh I can't wait!" piped up Sweetling, gently playing with an egg with her nimble hooves. "Me either," chirped Comet, who was resting delicately on one of Sweetlings curling horns. "Patience," chided the alolan ninetales, his glittering purple eyes

"Deimos! Find the nest and burn it with your flamethrower!" Dani called next. The Houndour pressed himself to the side of the barn, running along its edges. Rat nests could be buried deep, or could be up high, or could be right in a corner. At the very back of the barn he found a large hole going into the earth and without a second thought jumped into it. It was a large hole, large enough to house quite a colony of rats, in the middle of said hole sat a nest made from wood shavings, garbage, leftover food bits, shredded paper and old moldering cloth. Deimos took a sharp breath inward then blew out a huge plume of flame, enveloping the nest, the flames licking every corner of the subterranean hole. "There's one there!" the woman pointed as soon as Deimos had vanished to the side of the barn, spotting a normal purple rattata, "Kulta! Bite that bitch with a crunch!" Kulta's golden form lunged forward, a sinister look on his face. Death was coming for the inhabitants of the barn, nothing