Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or anything about it, that's Nintendo's right. But I do own the original characters that appear in this fanfiction. Please refrain from plagiarism.

This is the story of an Eevee evolutions pack, and about an Umbreon that wishes to be accepted by the pack. You will probably see that this fanfiction resembles Warriors by Erin Hunter a bit.

Prologue

It was the dead of night. Not a Pokemon in the forest was stirring, except for one. A dark figure in the already black night limping ahead without any sense of where he is going, using only the acute eyesight of his kind to see ahead. The figure's dark coat lit up for a few seconds from the golden rings around his body, showing that an Umbreon had been attacked.

He had been looking for a group of his own kind to join with, but a friendly group had yet to show themselves. A Houndour pack roamed this forest, but they had been less then kind to him. This left a mark on the Umbreon, from the cuts and scrapes his body had adopted, to the huge gash in his back right leg that made it exceedingly painful to walk. But he was determined, the scent of his kind tickling his sensitive nostrils.

"Halt!" Cried a male voice loudly. Three sets of bright black eyes had appeared ahead of the Umbreon, all focused on him.

He would look queer to them, being a Pokemon that didn't naturally come from the forest that surrounded them. He would still have the scent of his trainer, Laura. She had been a wonderful friend to him, dear and kind, giving him a reason to evolve for her, to protect her. It had been night, much like this one, in which his body had changed from a sweet, tiny Eevee, into this dark creature that could lurk in the shadows.

Laura had abandoned him just a week ago, said he was too weak for her, said he wasn't trying hard enough. This was what had happened to him, reduced to a kit-like state, unable to find his own food. How could he know that food didn't appear right in front of him, as it had for over seven moons?

"State your business." Another voice commanded, cool, female, and light this time.

"Please." Umbreon stated weakly, "I'm wounded and tired, I need a place to rest and regain myself. Can any of you offer a poor starving Pokemon a place to rest?"

There was a pause in which one of the pairs of eyes disappeared into the cover of darkness, away from the Umbreon's line of vision.

After a while, there was a cry from far away, and one of the figures stepped forward. A Vaporeon, her body dripping wetly, walked closer to the Umbreon and looked him over carefully.

"You appear to be no threat." She finally grunted and grudgingly holds out her wet, front left paw to Umbreon. He stared at it for a good moment or two, before he extended a paw of his own and held it against hers for a second. "Follow me." She continued, and whipped around quickly, nearly slapping Umbreon in the face with her tail fin before she set off deeper into the forest.

He did not want to be left behind, so he followed her as fast as his wounded leg would allow, racing past tall trees, and a stretch of lake, in which the Vaporeon swam through. The arrived at a clearing, surrounded by protective trees and full of sleeping forms.

"Welcome," Stated the Vaporeon, "To Whitefang Pack grounds."