A/N: This was the very first Warriors poem I wrote. Ever. Naturally, it's not very good. My poems started out not very good, then as I got better at poetry they got better too. Prepare to see lots of desperate rhyming.
FEATHERTAIL
The silver cat
From Stoneteller's hat
Of prophecy that
Said a cat
With a silver hide
Would save the Tribe
And Sharptooth was fried
But Crowfeather cried
Because she fell from a rock
Stupid rock
I hate you rock
Kill the rock
It was as hard as a crock
And her last word was a squawk
Kill that rock!
A/N: I wrote all these a long time ago, so I'm putting some reactions down here.
Kill the rock? Seriously? *facepalm*