My name is Treekit.
The sad kit of ShadowClan.
My mother died of greencough.
My father of RiverClan.
My siblings of deathberries.
I don't feel ready to become an apprentice.
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My name is Treepaw.
The grieving apprentice of ShadowClan.
The one I love was killed by badgers.
My aunt by a fox.
My leader of raccoons.
My mentor of poisoness spiders.
I'm not ready to be a warrior.
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My name is Treefeather.
The mourning warrior of ShadowClan.
The deputy was killed by rat bites.
The medicine cat of fever.
My cousins by a monster.
I don't want to be the new deputy.
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My name is Treefeather.
The sobbing deputy of ShadowClan.
My mate was killed of poison.
And my kits by redcough.
The leader has lost his last life.
I don't deserve to be the leader.
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My name is Treestar.
The crying leader of ShadowClan.
My deputy was eaten by tapeworms.
And my uncle of deadly nightshade.
My new mate was killed by wolves.
And my new kits by the teeth of a dog.
I am now ready to die.
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My name is Treestar.
The now happy cat of StarClan
I was reunited with my family.
And my long dead leaders and friends.
They all look nice, healthy, and young.
I no longer have anything to dread.
It took a lot out of me to make this poem. I am that close to sobbing myself.