#featheredhero

“Lady Palutena!”

Don’t mind the child flinging herself at you, miss goddess.

“Mrrrrowr?” He makes a soft little feline trill in slight surprise. Though as he was moved he quickly settled into the little nest, purring softly. He was only technically halfway through the pregnancy, but with four little kits on a way he was already huge and full of aches and fatigue.

the Neko looked over to Pit, blinking softly. The angel looked kinda like him.... oh, didn’t Viridi or Roxas mention something like that? “You’re one’a Miss Palutena’s angels, right? The one Roxas likes.”he was a mix of sleepy and affectionate, a soft little mewl leaving his lips. “Hi... ‘m Sora. I dunno if Roxas mentioned anything about me or not...”

Really, he was glad that Pokemon were always healed after Colosseum battles. Fainting his own Pokemon was a strategy yes, but it didn’t mean he enjoyed it. But what other option had there been? The moment he’d seen the Absol and Wobbuffet come out he’d known he was dealing with a Perish Song strategy. He’d only be able to shut it down by forcing himself to switch in a Pokemon.

The Altaria in question was chirping reassuringly at him, understanding his intentions. He’d fought with her for seven years now, having snagged her from Lovrina and then teamed up with her to bring down Greevil and his team of Shadow Pokemon. And while she’d struggled at first, now she was a very stong Pokemon capable to holding her own in a battle.

Her chirps fell silent however at the sound of a voice Michael had never heard before. Blinking he looked over, immediately feeling concerned for the child that had to be a few years his junior. The boy looked unwell, as if he hadn’t been eating or sleeping for months. Yet the way he looked at Candy Floss and the way she looked at him...

He knew that look. He’d seen it when he’d helped Pokemon find their trainers.

That’s a pretty stone you got there.