Wasted wasteland
Spoiled dump
Devoid of life,
Save for Four Tree's stumps.
Twoleg monsters
Two by two
They march in,
Take our camps,
And all our prey-food.
Leaders say we should linger
As the last scraps of prey wane.
Another group
Said they'd lead us out
But a few of us would remain.
The four Clans
But we travel as one,
Displaced and homeless;
On the run
From wretched twolegs
And monster scum
We're going to keep going
And stop for no one.
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Send my prayers to StarClan;
That this journey finds us safe.
Send my thoughts with the lost ones;
That they may help before it's too late.
While they've all but vanished
From the skies,
Love, hope, and love survive
The coming peace
In a brand new land
Is the only dream
Of us four Clans.
Minding thorn
Minding sharp rock
Cliff crags and creeks
Make our spirits drop.
I don't think of the skies
And the safe Clan that resides.
I'll find this new home
With my own paws and mind.