This is a poem from Thistleclaw to Snowfur. Thistleclaw may seem a little OCC, but I tried to bring out the loving side of him.
I don't own Warriors.
Only the good die young
And it's true,
You were good,
And you were young.
I still remember the sun
On your sleek silky pelt.
I won't forget the look in your eyes,
The sharing of what we felt.
No last goodbyes,
None of Whitekit's cries
None of it was heard.
You had joined StarClan by then
Promise,
You'll wait for me
'Cause after nine lives
And death will descend
You'll be my queen
To the bitter end.
I'm having a really crappy day. Review would make me feel better. (Yes, I am trying to rope you into reviewing.) :-)