Alright, when I posted it, I saw that you edited it. Gosh mate, get a hold of yourself.
He posted though.
"Intro:
An oddly colored Quilava crawls sneakily around the streets, trying to keep from notice of any of the infected. He looks around, his eyes filled with worry, as he continues to stealthily avoid the Plague-bearers. He knows the dangers of being alone, if soldiers find him and realize he has no trainer, it will be the end of his road... He wants a trainer, one who cares, one who will always keep him company, but for now, he creeps by alone. He wants a good trainer, but after recent events, and some inhumane abuse, his trust for the humans is very low. He crawls around, aware of the danger, hoping that fate will give him some kind of positivity, because it has certainly been heavy on the bad events..."