Clorica walks along the road in the warm evening light, humming softly to herself (and nearly drowsing as usual). A mischievous little Meowth watches her from the grass on the side of the road, waiting to strike. As she draws level with its hiding spot, the creature decides to strike. It jumps and goes directly for the young chef's throat. Or rather, the ring on a thin leather necklace about her throat. The Meowth cuts through it with a swipe of the claw, leaving a tiny cut on Clorica's neck. "Hey! What are you doing?"
The Meowth does not answer for it cannot speak, it simply takes the necklace and it's shiny prize in its paws and scampers off. "Give that back, you stupid little rat!"
Any trace of sleepiness is gone from Clorica as she chases the little thief into the Zeran town proper.