Okay, just so you know, I already know spottedleaf wasn't a kittypet. I just made it that way for my poem/story. Warriors belong to Erin Hunter. Enjoy.

Owner's pov:

Best friends are rare,

And it's only fair,

Dogs are man's best friend,

But a girl's is not a rat

A girl's best friend is not a diamond,

But a diamond studded collar and a small, dull, golden bell.

That hangs around the neck of a little kitty cat.

Her fur is the color of an egg shell,

Stained with chocolate caramel.

She may pretend,

To be a lion,

But she's my best friend,

So why have a diamond?

She still has the heart of a lion,

And the hiss of a tiger.

Though she may only be small

Because after all,

I'd still rather a leopard,

Than a German Shepard…

I'd rather a lion with a fluffy mane,

Because I don't want a Great Dane…

I'd be way merrier,

With a cat, not a Bull Terrier

I'm not at all fussy,

But I wouldn't like to have a Husky

I'd rather a have a cat, that hardly makes a sound,

Than a barking mad Dachshund!

I wouldn't mind a rag dolly

Cat, than a big border collie

Because dogs are a man's best friend.

She meows pleading for cuddles,

Her warm pelt looks as if it were

Splotched with muddy puddles.

Her big round eyes asking for hugs,

As round as saucers filled with creamy milk,

And warm scented hot chocolate in mugs.

Her purring comforts me,

Like the ticking of a clock,

Or the buzz of a honey bee.

Her fur is mottled,

Brown, and white as lace.

She is warm as a hot water bottle,

Her whiskers tickle my face.

She is a furry fluff ball at the foot of my bed,

Sleeping on my foot in my bed.

Keeping my toes warm,

As I read my book.

She is my best friend

But one day she left me,

But I knew she would never be gone.

Because I saw her behind a tree,

In the forest across the road from my lawn.

Her eyes were sad and dep with longing,

She would but I had to free her from belonging,

To me, a twoleg

She reminded me of Nutmeg

She, a wild creature

She could never truly be mine.

I looked deep within myself,

But I knew she would be just fine.

The night before I had a dream bizarre,

Then it became clear.

She had a destiny I could not join,

So I removed her collar, bell, and engraved coin.

Libby was no more.

I locked her collar in my bottom draw,

Meanwhile she was assigned a mentor.

I only saw her once more after that,

But then she was a free, wild, warrior cat.

Libby's pov:

Libby was once my name,

Back them when I was tame.

But then came the prophesy of flame.

He reminded me of me,

And how it used to be.

His warm coloured pelt,

Described exactly how I felt.

Every half moon,

StarClan's prophesies were sung,

Of fire and flame.

But alas my end came to soon,

I had only myself, and Clawface to blame.

In my ears bells rung,

Then I was replaced by Yellowfang.

I still watch him from up high,

But I can not describe how it is to die.

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