A/N: This is just a short little Warriors poem I whipped up. I hope you like it. It's my first poem.

Fur like a patchwork quilt,

And eyes as green as emeralds,

She comes out of the flames that were one my life.

But now I have moved on.

And yet as she stands there,

Strong and resolute,

I find my self turning back.

But I'm afraid.

For as I turn back,

She is engulfed in flames.

Tawnypelt.

A/N: Please review!