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!
