Teeth biting, Claw scratching, red stains the grass.
Warriors brave, loyal and strong fight with mass.
The moon shines overhead,
drenching the hillside with a glow
Fierce yowls could be heard through the thick under growth.
A cat with flames for fur leads them to hopeful victory,
Once was four that now are two, will be the forest's savoir
From the evil that lurks around every corner.
A scourge and a Tiger join forces to rule,
Betrayed is what they do, the tiger comes out dead
What is there more to do.
A scourge on all good cats
Forces them to leave.
A brand of fire in the sunlight, receives a prophecy
and he must take heed of the roaring lion to learn what he must be.
These are the Clans, all with special ability.
Wind, River, Shadow, and Thunder are all in control.
They must all stand together or fall alone.
A Poem for Warriors The Darkest Hour by Erin Hunter.