Hunting in the shadows

nothing sees you their.

Bringing back your prey

to your camp or lair.

You fight in pure black

when the moon doesn't shine.

And stalk in the leafy,

forest sublime.

You are proud and strong,

fiercely loyal.

Working together,

shall trouble start to boil.

You live in the Brambles

silent, still and lithe.

For you clan mates would

you give up your life.

You hunt in the lake,

stream or creek.

Well-fed, healthy and

sleek.

You swim in the water,

like ninjas at night.

Hidden, watching, bright.

You run on the moors,

as fast as the wind.

Racing the birds,

though you always win.

Like eagles surfing the thermals,

you glide like a bird.

Going so fast, so silent

that you can't be heard.

Each with differences.

You all are cats.

Hunting, defending

loyal, cats.

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