Another poem I wrote. This one is about Jayfeather's stick, or the caves.
Disclaimer- I don't own Warriors. If I did though, Rowanclaw would have stayed a tom (look it up).
Reviews are appreciated! Crits are good to!
Cats come in with hopes of fame,
All just to gain a new name.
Another line carved,
Another cat lost.
They disappear into the darkness,
Whoever thought of this was heartless.
Another line carved,
Another cat lost.
Cats are lost for days and days,
Lost in the darkening maze.
Another line carved,
Another cat lost.
But then, a cat gets out,
He greets the harsh sunlight with a pout.
Another cat found,
Another life restored.
But then Jay's Wing is found,
He came from another life, from the ground.
Another cat found,
Another life restored.
Cat's who come are lost in pride,
All the cats friends will cry.
Another line carved,
Another cat lost.
Cat's from there will starve,
Little do they know what they will carve.
Another line carved,
Another cat lost.
Do you dare take on the stick,
You might just make it out.
You may just give it the flick,
But be quick, our stick is filling up fast.