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.