A poem I'm sure Tigerheart would write to Dovewing if he could. I do not own the warriors.
When the starlight hits your fur
My breathe stops
Though the time I had with you was a blur
When the wind whistles through your fur it reminds me of the treetops
When you blew me off
For something I had not done
You went off
And I was heartbroken
I never stopped loving you
And I was positive we would work out
But according to you
I was only a scout
I was prepared to break the code for you
Bit you never gave me a chance
I blame you
For not letting me explain
But I will never find another cat just like you!
