border told before and told again / visitor

[ditto]

It isn't often that Ditto finds himself this close to the forest. His realm is solidly among the pavement of Twolegplace, where he can slink between the shadows of buildings and peer at the world from the relative safety of his yard. He often leaves that extended den, meandering around the neighbourhood and staring reproachfully at any twolegs who try to beckon him out of hiding to stroke at soft fur or, heavens forbid, pick him up.

He must admit, however, that the SkyClan that Flora tells stories of is intriguing. More than once she has asked her housemate to join her for a day, to experience the community that she loves so dearly, to meet the mate that she speaks of so fondly. His sister's penchant for gossip means that Ditto probably knows more about SkyClan's goings-on than the average SkyClanner would, though he has no faces to put to names (aside from Sangriapaw, who he regards warmly in their occasional meetings).

He sets out some time after Flora, when the morning is cool and bright, and her trail is still fresh. It's easy enough to follow her to the pine trees that loom ever-closer, dropping from that final fence as fluidly as water. He doesn't cross the markings, but does sniff along them, wary of the sheer multitude of cat-scents his nose picks up along the way. No wonder she has so many names to mention in her evening recaps.

A crack of twigs underpaws makes his shoulders stiffen and the fur on the back of his neck spikes, green eyes narrowing. He hopes it's not Flora that finds him. He might just have to turn around and find his fun elsewhere, if it is.

ooc ✧ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴

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• DITTO ✧ any pronouns, kittypet
  
  
  — "a blue-and-cream abyssinian with sharp green eyes."
  — single ; housemate to flora
  — speech is in #C581B2
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Chickbloom]

Chickbloom sometimes caught himself wondering about visiting the twolegplace. despite how happy he was in the forest, there were some things he missed about his domesticated life. there were hungry mornings when a growling stomach craved kibble instead of any real meat, and cold nights where egg-dappled fur and dried moss couldn't hold a candle to a woolen blanket and comfy couch.

unfortunately, the coward knew all too well that any excursion looking for those old comforts would soon become a prison. So he had to console himself with occasional walks along the border, reminiscing about all that was lost and gained. this time, though, it seemed his nostalgia had summoned a spirit of the past (in other words, a kittypet).

As dinnerplate amber met piercing emerald, egg-splashed fur fluffed up in kind. Ditto was lucky, in some ways. Chickbloom was probably more nervous of the other than he was of him, and the coward was one of the more lenient cats in Skyclan when it came to encounters at the border. however, if the other was looking for actual conversation, that was where the warrior came up short. Still, best foot forward and all that.

"C-Can I help you?" The baby bird chirped after a few moments of mutual staring. "Oh - m-my name's Chickbloom. what's...what's yours?" It was an unorthodox method of border security, but as long as Ditto didn't cross it would be fine, right? or maybe the coward was just curious to talk with a full-time kittypet. "How's the...the pellets your - y'know - housefolk feed you? t-they alright?" At least he was trying.​

 

[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ The last time a stranger had appeared at the border, there had been rogues skulking around, threatening clanmates. Sangriapaw had greeted them with suspicion, tempered only by Johnnyflame's less defensive attitude. She had been younger, then, and on edge more often than not. She had been afraid of outsiders, of those who might try to hurt her. But now, the cinnamon-splashed girl knows how to defend herself, mostly. She can take on a rogue or an enemy clan cat just fine, she thinks. So when her nervous, shaky clanmate's voice carries through the trees in a stuttering series of questions, the apprentice is quick to dash over. She'll be backup, in case Chickbloom needs someone to help fight off a trespasser or something!

Sangriapaw weaves through the trees with ease, using a couple pines as a quicker route to reach the source of the noise. She doesn't even check to see whether her mentor is following as she darts from one branch to another before finally scurrying down the trunk backward to settle onto the ground beside the two other cats. "Hey, it's you!" She greets the house cat—totally her friend—with a bright grin and a flickering of her white-capped tail. "Be nice to him, he's my friend," she explains to her clanmate, with a proud little puff of her chest. Yeah, she can make friends who aren't in SkyClan. But... well, she supposes that isn't really the case with Ditto anymore, since he's here now. Oh, well; at least, she still has Iggy! Maybe she should go pay her other friend a visit soon...

Sangriapaw shakes off the thoughts of her twolegplace pals, and blinks merrily in the smoky-furred feline's direction. "What're ya doin' here? Ya know this is SkyClan, right?" Maybe he's here to join, like she tried to convince him to when she was a new apprentice, but for some reason she doubts it. He hadn't done it for so long, so why would he do it now?

can’t stop us ♫˚.⋆⭒ gliding down the rainbow

• ooc: mentor tag @Johnnyflame
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• SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ wild-furred cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[SILVERSMOKE]

"He may be your friend, but it remains to be seen if he's SkyClan's friend," he mewed cautiously but not unkindly towards Sangriapaw, eyes narrowing and refocusing, wondering just when the apprentice had had the chance to bond with a stranger. The spotted tabby looked up towards Johnnyflame, trusting whatever explanation her mentor and his mate gave him (if any, even silence would quell his suspicions when it came to the bobtail's responsibilities) and tilting his head back towards Ditto. He drifted closer to Chickbloom, eyes glossing over the kittypet's features, glancing at the collar around their neck. It was obvious where he had come from, even now, the backdrop of the Twolegplace homes could be seen through gaps in the trees, a permanent taunt to the silver tabby.

He gave a little swish of his tail and offered a cordial, if not somewhat wary, nod towards Ditto. How Silversmoke proceeded would depend on how well the Abyssinian treated his friend.

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[Florabreeze]

She's always been one to badger her house mate (her sibling as she insists on saying) about trying out SkyClan. To at least stop by the border with her and introducing him to her friends, having a small taste of uniting her two worlds when on that Twolegplace mission with other daylighters. She's hunting with Jellypaw when she hears the excitement by the border. A chattering in that direction that she never truly hears unless someone else is lingering there, someone not already part of SkyClan that is. With a curious perk of her head she tries to listen to the voices carried in the wind, able to make out the stutter of Chickbloom, Sangriapaw's perky tone and Silversmokes caution. She just couldn't make out who the three of them were talking to, or rather about. It sounded familiar yet she doubted that the voice actually belonged to who she thought it did.

"Ditto!" She practically shouts as she reaches a little closer to the cluster of cats, catching a glimpse of blue and cream fur. She recognises the familiarity in Sangriapaw's tone, had the pair met before? She supposes that it would make sense, her sister had a life outside of the evenings they spent together. It was nice, comforting even to know that they're not alone since she had started to make frequent visits to the pine forest. "He's absolutely SkyClan's friend, wouldn't harm a fly" it comes from a biased place, she is aware of that but she didn't really care.

Florabreeze hopes that he wouldn't harm a fly, that much remains to be seen. "What are you doing here?" The authority of lead warrior is flimsy here, easily bleeding back into the tone she reserves only for when she's gossiping to them in the late night. There's a spark behind her eyes as she gasps rather dramatically "are you here to join? Awwww Ditto! I would have walked you here myself if that's the case!" Her excitement is immeasurable, barely contained through the erratic wagging of her tail, resembling an excited dog rather than a cat for a moment in her glee.

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  apprentice tag <33 @jellypaw ♬
  

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[ditto]

Confusion briefly pinches Ditto's expression at the sight of the first cat to accost her. She's never seen a cat be totally dry and yet seem sopping wet at the same time, yet this stranger manages it. Watery amber eyes meet her own, Chickbloom introducing himself in a stammer, and while Ditto doesn't answer his first two questions a response surfaces quite easily after his third.

"Oh. I didn't have pellets."

No judgement, no sarcasm, just a statement of fact. Ditto's twolegs had given them a meal from the shiny contraption that smells of something she'd never tasted anywhere else. She has no reason to lie about it. Unfortunately, it's not pellets, and while Ditto is entirely unaware of the awkwardness that follows she offers no correction to Chickbloom.

It's a pleasant surprise to see Sangriapaw arrive next, saving both awkward cats from this faintly confused standoff. She's taller now, Ditto notes with a thoughtful blink. The two hadn't caught up in some time, but it would seem that more time had passed than Ditto thought.

"I know." She answers the friendly molly in a gentle tone, a glance spared towards the pine-tree boughs waving in the early breeze. Snippets of birdsong can be heard between rustling. "I was just ... curious."

She offers no further explanation to Silversmoke, indifferent as to whether he'd heard her brief answer, though Ditto silently sizes him up with the same distant curiosity that had brought her here. His stature reminds her of Flora: a comically oversized frame, with tufted ears and thick fur about to become useful in the cooler moons.

She's halfway through a cordial nod to him in return when, speaking of her sister, a jubilant yowl makes Ditto's ears pin. Her cringe is brief, settling quickly into a neutral expression of slack features and closed jaw. At a glance, she seems defensive or annoyed, but it is nice to see Flora. An unfamiliar kit trails at her side, half-grown and with fur well-kept, but any attention the kit would earn is quickly snapped back up by the lead warrior.

"No." Her monotone gives nothing else away, but the blink she sends in the direction of her housemate is warm. No, Ditto is not here to join. She couldn't just stay here and poke around without Flora being here if the Flora in question had arrived. "I'm going home now."

Without any extra farewells or further hesitation, Ditto turns tail and pads leisurely back in the direction of the Twolegplace. A cat watching her disappear into the distance would catch one last green-eyed glance, and the faintest raise of her tail in goodbye.

ooc ✧ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴

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• DITTO ✧ any pronouns, kittypet
  
  
  — "a blue-and-cream abyssinian with sharp green eyes."
  — single ; housemate to flora
  — speech is in #C581B2
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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