It happened that one morning on a bright and sunny day
When the Warriors were hunting and the kits had gone to play
That a magic, glowing doorway did appear behind a tree
And was not observed by many, but was seen by only three.
Apprentices of minute size, the cats that saw it were.
In fact, it wasn't wrong to say they had less claws than fur.
The oldest was a brave, young soul, his sibling, it was not.
The smallest was a female, and her traits- Well, I forgot.
In any case, these cats were unremarkable, at best.
They often dilly-dallied, seldom playing with the rest.
Adventurous, perhaps you'd say, and maybe that is why
They decided to go through the door, to see what they might spy.
Upon their crossing over, they felt strange, not quite at ease
Like a toddler who was told that he must finish all his peas.
Perhaps that odd analogy was not quite suited so,
But the kittens did not stop to think: the eldest made them go.
Upon their humble enter-ance, another cat appeared.
He greeted them with his right paw, then stroked his kitty-beard.
"My friends, this is quite lovely, for you see, our humble clan
Is in need of new apprentices. Please join us, if you can."
"But where are we?" the youngest asked, "And when can we go home?"
"All in good time," the adult said, "For now, you mustn't roam.
This land belongs to Pastaclan, and as you all can see,
The world is made of dough-food, every rock and log and tree."
Indeed, the land was yellow-tinged and covered in red sauce.
The kittens' jaws hung open, and they felt quite at a loss.
The farfalle came flutt'ring by, the silence, it was broke.
The old tomcat did flick his tail, the eldest, he did poke.
"You see, we hunt the meatballs, but this year our prey is scarce.
A few of us have died off, and our gene pool's not di-verse."
The youngest cocked her head and mewed: a tiny, fragile sound.
She licked her paw, then bawling, gave a timid look around.
"We'd love to stay, brave warrior, but home's where we belong.
Our absence will be noticed, and to stretch it would be wrong."
The warrior did bare his teeth, intent was to assail.
"Nobody gets away from Pastaclan or Noodletail."
He grabbed the middle cat and tore a hole right through his face.
The other cats did flee, and would escape that horrid place.
They tumbled through the doorway, which did close when they were through.
Their sibling didn't make it, and now there were only two.
They went back to their clearing and did not report their find.
Their sibling was the only cat who didn't speak his mind.
