Bluestar
My mother, Moonflower,
Dead, under the claws of a half-warrior,
And then my sister, Snowfur,
My blue eyes like a mirror.
Many skies apart,
Blood flowing from my heart,
Like claws of a dart,
Sorrow leaves its dark mark.
Now the ice of winter thaws,
And healed the wound of claws,
As I run with all my paws of four,
Chased by vicious dogs.
