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!