He lay on the ground fading in and out of consciousness. His body was limp and cold, feeling too heavy to move and numb. The little Snivy's head pounded and with headache driving his eyes to continue letting tears fall though their supply was running out. A sticky feel coated his scales from them but there was no way to clean himself after pouring out the water and using all his strength in the process.
He perceives little, the darkening sky and lose of day, the breeze that got colder and colder, and the knowledge that time was passing. His eyes refused to stay open long when he tried to use them, when they did the build up of gooey tears blurred his vision. There was a heave to his back as the Snivy sighed. What a waste he was being. Wasting time.. wasting daylight..
Colder and colder. His wet scales did not like the cold air of impending night. Shiver spasms raked his body as it cooled down. It was going to be a very cold night. Cold.. He didn't like the cold. He needed to go home. Go home. Go home.. home...
Plant strained his little arms and legs to move himself but he ended up only flopping back down onto his side. His belly had been warm as it wasn't exposed but now the air hit the new surface area. Colder.. His thick tail numbly shifted across the grass until the leaf covered his small frame. It was a reaction to the cold and not a forced movement. Warmer.. Gently he let his eyes close and himself fall unconscious once more.