We reached a small clearing. Gijinkas were running average lives, but all looked nervous. When they saw us, they huddled around, expectantly asking for news and examining me. I blushed, and that's when I felt a sudden cold breeze. Nyarth was explaning when I said softly, "It's here..." Suddenly, an earthquake came from the direction of the mountain. I fell over, and so did a few others. Being a cat, I found my shaky footing again, but the earthquake didn't pass. A large CRACK! sounded out near us. Every one jumped. A crack formed in the ground. Flying pokemon had take flight. I found myself right on the edge of it, when suddenly, earth crumbled beneath my feet and I fell. I tried to use Scratch to grab onto the side, but the earth was soft and I kept falling. I landed on my feet in a dark forest. A soft light was glowing around me.

"A... Mystery Dungeon?" I asked myself out loud. My dad had told me old legends about them. They would mysteriously appear at one time in history. They were great places to train, and you couldn't die. But they were very, very dangerous. I was a normal type with a few dark type moves. I would have to rely on them alot. My nails grew long, and my cat fangs became a little sharper. I was prepared. I would have to work my way out, and maybe get some help from others that might have fallen in...

~Kat the Glameow