#fireandfolly

Amusing as it was for both their party and some of the spectators, being bounced by Gyarados was not really the primary purpose of a harbor, and after a little while they broke off those antics and made their way to shore, where Sky had folded up Skidbladnir under cover of the general distraction. 

As Fire and Roskva had had plenty of time to play tourist and nobody felt very strongly about walking the rest of their route, Sky then -- rather to Roskva's delight -- unfolded Skidbladnir once they reached a suitably private location, and they boarded again and took off through the air for Sinnoh. Gyarados found the existence of a flying boat rather entertaining, especially when he discovered that it would make room for him to sprawl on deck. 

Now that everything was somewhat settled down, injuries cured, and exhaustion abated, Roskva, Fire, and Sky left Mewtwo's colony -- now substantially increased in population and better supplied. Roskva was rather surprised when the Dratini who'd been injured slithered up among them. He didn't have to say anything to make it clear that he meant to go with them. 

They visited the town again long enough to let Eevee and Gyarados try the gym as promised. Roskva ended up staring in consternation as Gyarados opened with a bizarre series of motions that turned out to be the move Dragon Dance, and Clefairy shouted advice in her place until she recovered, which was a little unorthodox, but they headed back to camp with a badge and she thought Fire and Sky had probably found ways to entertain themselves while waiting for her. She was a little surprised to see everything already put away, though. 

Kisa had, as Sif noted, gone into heat and run off while Roskva was roaming other universes with Lokis. By the time they returned, so had the cat, who spent a few weeks looking moderately more pleased with herself than during the winter and eating ravenously.  

Several weeks later, she absconded with and mangled a knitted blanket from the back of a couch for her nest, spent a day snarling at anyone who came near her, and gave birth to four rather lanky, dark grey kittens. Roskva looked in on her periodically, mostly to supply food or clean, and otherwise let her alone, and didn't try to pet her for a few days. 

When the kittens were nine days old, Kisa apparently got tired of her nest and started moving them. Roskva passed by, thought nothing of seeing her pick one up, and proceeded into the kitchen, but moments later, she heard an agitated mewing and went to see what was wrong. 

Kisa was walking back and forth agitatedly, about three feet from the nest. The kitten's head and front paws were sprawled out there. Its hindquarters remained entangled in the blankets. And its body stretched between the two points. 

Kisa meowed again and picked up the kitten by the scruff, taking a few more steps. It elongated further. She looked back and set it down, then looked at Roskva and mewed loudly in a 'fix this!' sort of tone. 

Roskva, rather puzzled, came over and carefully scooped up the front end of the kitten, sliding her hand under its body a foot or so back. She could feel a thin but healthy layer of flesh over a tiny ribcage, which felt basically normal aside from its length. When she lifted both points, however, the section between them still drooped to the floor.

She studied this for a moment, then very carefully scooted both portions of the kitten back toward the nest. Once the head was near the hindquarters, the body began contracting. It was a peculiar feeling, as if the sets of ribs were moving closer together like the coils of a loose spring and then collapsing into each other, but the kitten didn't seem upset, just happy to be back in the warm nest. Kisa settled back next to them, looking disgruntled, and Roskva brought her fresh water and meat. 

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Roskva set the leftovers (there weren't many) near the banked fire to keep warm and took the rest of the dishes out to the lake to wash them. She'd seen black sand there for scrubbing and she didn't think Sky, Suicune, or the Dratini really wanted to wind up napping in very diluted soup. 

After that, she wandered around the island for a while. She checked the pokemon she'd bandaged and used some of the immediate healing supplies on Squirtle, since those injuries were the most severe. Bulbasaur and Pidgeot were relatively comfortable and hesitated to use the supplies too quickly. Roskva thought probably they had enough for this, but she had to admit that she didn't know how long they'd be trying to make them last. (With Sky's help, probably not as long as otherwise.) 

Some of the others still seemed wary of her, or shy, and she didn't pester them. Mewtwo seemed to be sleeping lightly, when she checked. She spent a while brushing Eevee and then decided to follow Clefairy's example and the general trend, and take an afternoon nap, stretched on the grass between the spring and the heap of fire-types around Fire and Entei. If anyone ended up sleeping restlessly later, she might be grateful for the chance.