THEY STALK IN BUSHES, PLAINS, RIVERS, AND NIGHT
THEY HATE EACH OTHER ALL RIGHT
THE ONE THING THEY SHARE
IT IS NOT A DARE
IS THE ANCESTORS ABOVE THEIR HEADS
THE ONES BELOW ARE ALIVE AND THE ONES ABOVE ARE DEAD
THEY CARE FOR THEIR CLAN
THEY HATE MAN
THEY ATTACK THEIR PREY
THEY WORK IN THE DAY
THEY MEET AT THE ROCK AND TREE AT MOONHIGH
IF THEY DON'T THEIR ANCESTORS WILL DIE
THEY HONOUR A CLAN CALLED STARCLAN
THEM THEMSELVES COULD BE THUNDER, SHADOW, WIND OR RIVER
IN LEAF BARE THEY ARE HUNGRY AND SHIVER
IN GREENLEAF, THEY ARE HAPPY AND FULL
THE STARS OF THEIR CLANS RULE
THE PAWS LEARN
THE YOUNG DO YEARN
THE WARRIORS FIGHT
THE DOCTORS HEAL AND SEE WITHOUT SIGHT
THE ELDERS TELL TALES OF A LONG FORGOTTEN PAST
WHEN THE QUEENS PROTECT THEIR YOUNG, THEY STRIKE FAST
THE CLANS FIGHT FOR THEIR TERRIOTORY
THEIR FIGHTS ARE GORY
THEIR USED TO BE FIVE, THEN WAS FOUR
THEN THERE WAS FIVE ONCE MORE
ONE CLAN WAS FAKE
AND WAS KILLED BEFORE THE LAKE
YOU SHOULD KNOW NOW OF THE FIVE CLANS
WITH STARS AND CATS AT THEIR COMMAND