More Alike than We Seem [Heronstrike]

[Twineheart]

Tags: Heron
Muse: Decent
OOC: I'm not the best at starting but here it is :3
Words: 264

Birds chattered overhead as the robust form of Heronpaw made his way along the twoleg place border. They signaled the arrival of newleaf which brought with it warmer weather and fuller bellies. Something that young Heronpaw appreciated greatly. He loved snow as much as the next cat, but he didn't like struggling to find a meal. but all that was behind him now, and he was already forgetting the troubles that leafbare had caused. Now in the warm glow of afternoon sunshine, the plush furred grey-blue tom eye'd the trees which lined the beach. Whenever he found himself wondering along the border he couldn't help but think of his kithood. His foster mother had told him that he'd been found at a very young age by a Sunsetclan patrol. That the patrol had found no sign of his true parents anywhere around. He was a mystery of sorts. but Heronpaw couldn't help but wonder if his kin were still out there. Not that he didn't love his clan or his adoptive parents. No he truly did but he was still curious. Did he have kin out there? Siblings he never knew? These questions were unlikely to ever be answered. but he could dream about them. Dream that one day he'd find his kin, and they would come and live with him. His real family....
Heronpaw shakes his skull. Nonsense Sunsetclan is your real family, he thought. And as easy as the thoughts had come they vanished. 

Tagging you again only cause I don't think you saw it Heron

[Heron]

((WOW, I truly didn't see this at all T_T Feel free to annoy me if it seems like I'm not around! I usually pop in once a day!))

The day was a great one; sun shining, warm breeze, and TwoLegs didn't seem to want to walk any dogs today. Zelda, an old siamese, felt thankful. She truly despised dogs and the way they slobbered about. Little ones were just as annoying as big ones, and her dirty, matted fur could almost clean itself at the thought of seeing one at this time of day. Then again, Zelda could always tell at what time precisely the Twolegs would wander about. Their kits were sent away at this time, and the houses were usually abandoned. She knew because she was once under their care-- not enough to consider herself a kittypet. She was just a moocher. but that was long ago.

The old she-cat slunk low to the ground, her bobbed tail bouncing slightly as she weaved through no-man's land. She could smell clan cats-- ugh, a worse scent than a dog's! She despised the clans, too. Interestingly enough, she had been born in a clan, and had even received her warrior name. but that, too, was long ago, though for the siamese now named Zelda , it was hard to forget. It was her own, old clan's scent that she smelled now. Generally she kept away from being this close to the border, but today the scent seemed extra strength. They must've just freshened their borders. She thought mildly to herself, not generally concerned with SunsetClan. Though, if she saw one, she surely would tease at it. What mouse-brains! The clan life was a sick, cruel joke that brain washed kits into growing up into thinking it was noble to lay down their life for others. If it was one thing she had learned living in a clan, it was that no leader appreciated what was sacrificed for them. The cat sat down very close to SunsetClan's stinking border, just a paw-distance away from crossing, and began to groom herself with boastful mocking. She leaned down to give her bobbed tail a lick. No, a leader didn't know sacrifice at all.

The she-cat's appearance was enough to frighten any inexperienced kit. The siamese had deep, ragged scars across her face and shoulder. Her left ear was missing completely, only a tattered base remained at the top of her head. Her pelt was dirty and unkempt, and her tail was chewed off with gruesome scarring. It was her sacrifice... She looked up and her ears twitched. Was that a clan cat she heard? She sniffed the air and let out a purr of amusement. Advantages of being raised in a clan-- you could tell by their pawprints how many there were. Zelda instantly knew there was only one coming her way, and certainly she would have the pleasure of pissing it off by standing on their border.

Twineheart