Larchkit

Pelt of brown, eyes of green, life's not always as it seems,

Helpless kit, nothing to eat, cold stone beneath her tiny feet, Sounds of death assault her ears, her own conclusion drawing near, Tummy's empty, short of breath, wailing for nourishment she can not get, Her gaze is cloudy, can't make a sound, her feeble heart stutters one last time, Little legs crumple and she falls to the ground, tiny Larchkit, heaven - bound, last beath rasping in her lungs, you can't undo what has been done. Patrols and battles, things she'll never know, greenleaf hunting, the first snow, poor little Larchkit, innocent kit, traveled safe to StarClan, quick