Seeing two Murkrow emerge from nearby grass and hop around a little before one flew off and the other was caught by Fary, Rochelle took a little time to examine them. The Pokémon were small and kind of cute, the way they looked at each other or around the place warily before their peace was disrupted by Fary.
"Another dark type Pokémon," she heard Fary note as she picked up the ball she used to catch her Murkrow. Dark-type... the term was unfamiliar. That would be something new to learn, perhaps. Rochelle resolved to find the other Murkrow and catch it, in order to to learn from the Pokémon as she raised it and trained it to battle.
She looked up at a nearby tree, quickly remembering the direction the bird had flown. Presumably there was a nest somewhere... "There you are," Rochelle said quietly to herself, spotting the large twig-and-leaf nest built into a tree branch. Checking to see if she could see one of the others in the group - she didn't want to get lost - she pulled out Kirsten's Poké Ball and opened it up to release the Horsea. Rochelle's new Spearow would be in no condition to battle, plus she had to befriend him first and give him a name.
"Hey, Kirsten," Rochelle said gently, knowing that the Horsea had taken a hit or two during the Spearow battle. "I need you to use your Smokescreen on what's up in the nest there. You see it?" She gently turned Kirsten in the right direction and pointed up at the branch.
"Hor... sea!" Kirsten said cheerfully as she blinked a couple of times and shot the familiar black ball from her mouth. It landed bang on target, exploding and producing its cloud of smoke. The second Murkrow from before flew out and landed on the ground in front of Kirsten, cawing loudly as the threat presented itself. It shot a sharp look at her, and she shivered at the sight of the aggravated bird.
"Don't be afraid, Kirsten, just do what you do and you'll be alright," Rochelle coaxed. Kirsten responded with a Bubble attack in the Murkrow's direction. She did so, the attack hitting with the usual effectiveness. The Murkrow cawed and charged Kirsten before Rochelle could react, running across the forest floor and hitting her from the side before she blew another stream of bubbles at her opponent. Again, it affixed her with a sharp gaze, though it seemed to be hurt by the bubble attacks.
Rochelle pulled another Poké Ball from the pocket of her pack and tossed it at the Murkrow, hoping that Kirsten had weakened it enough to keep it in the ball. As with her Spearow, the ball dropped to the ground and started twitching. One powerful shake, then two, then three... then it stopped with the identical
. She'd done it.
"And that's two we've caught together. Great work," she praised Kirsten as she picked up the Murkrow's ball and secured it on her belt, who seemed to cheer up a little at the comment. She looked like she was tired after the battle, so Rochelle picked her up and carried the little Pokémon on her way back to the rest of the group, her latest acquisition next to the other two Balls she had used and a smile of victory on her face.
