I was feeling poetic all of a sudden in the middle of my Math tuition and thus this poem was born. I don't own Warriors. T.T-goes to the emo corner-
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A gleam of eyes within the night,
Slicing through heavens the Silverpelt bright.
A flash of fangs, a glint of claws,
These children of the wild obey no laws.
They stalk through undergrowth, moving in for the kill,
They swipe their prey out of water with great skill.
They weave amongst the shadows with practiced ease,
Wild and free, they run wherever they please.
Sharp is their hearing, keen is their sight,
Swift they like eagles in flight.
To each cat its Clan, to each Clan its place.
Try and attack, snarling demons you'll face.
So look to the woodlands, can you see
A gleam of eyes within the night?
Shimmering pelts under moonlight?
Can you see their lashing tails?
Or hear their bloodcurdling wails?
A flash of fangs, a glint of claws,
Proud and strong, they scorn all laws.
Their pawsteps guided by their starry ancestors,
Roaming the forest untamed, they are the Warriors.
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Sooo… that's about it. R&R or I will get Tigerstar to eat your television!