Mysticsoul11: I do own Warriors and it's characters and ideas. Actually, it doesn't. But this poem does. Everything else belongs to Erin Hunter. *cough* So, this is a poem titled, "Do You Understand." Snowkit!!! Snowkit!!! Hope ya like it.

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Life of silence
Mouths move, no sound comes out.
Most turn their backs on him
Most are full of doubt.

He heard nothing. Understood nothing. Everyone turned their back on him. Even Bluestar, the wise leader of Thunderclan had turned his back on him. They were full of doubt. He watched their mouths moved rapidly, silently.

He had barely any friends. There was the golden-brown tom. He didn't learn his name until his death. Brackenfur. He learned how the compassionate tom wanted to mentor him. How would that have worked out?

He could have used signs. Moved his tail or paws. Maybe Brackenfur could have taught him to read mouths. His mother, Speckletail, cared for him deeply. He was the only kit in his litter. He knew that, at least. His sight and smell were magnified. It was one advantage to his loss of hearing. He could have been a good warrior.

Born deaf
possibly because of his white fur and blue eyes
He was destined to
be carried off into the skies.

He was always born deaf. How did it take so long for his Clan to learn of his disability? He was a tom with white fur and blue eyes. It was common that white and blue eyed cats were deaf.

It was his fate. He was always meant to be carried off by the hawk. He could not hear his clanmates' yowls of terror. He could not hear Brackenfur's or Speckletail's warnings. He was too late.

As the shadow of the hawk grew closer to him, silent cries grew louder. He was too late to turn his head. The hawk's claws squeezed him. Scratched him. Sent blood pouring out of his small body. It was meant to be.

A deaf kit could never have survived as a warrior.

Never had the chance
to be an apprentice
or warrior
His death was quite momentous.

He would have been Snowpaw. Most likely Brackenfur's apprentice. He dreamed of the gift of hearing. He could have gone to Gatherings and hunted. He would go on dawn patrols and hunting patrols. He would be praised for catching the largest pile of fresh-kill.

Bluestar would be so proud of him. Brackenfur would be proud. Speckletail would be proud.

He would have his warrior ceremony. What would his warrior name be? Snowpelt? Maybe Snowclaw? He would have like his warrior name to be Snowstorm. Snowstorm! He wished he was Snowstorm. Even in Starclan, he would pretend to be a warrior. He played with his friends, Hollykit and Larchkit. They knew what it was like. Not to have an apprentice name. Or warrior name.

Hollykit would be Hollyheart and Larchkit would be Larchstar. They were Darkclan and Larchstar was leader, he deputy, and Hollyheart medicine cat.

As he looked down on those in Thunderclan, he heard stories of his death repeated. The elders liked to tell his sad story, hearing it from previous elders. It was momentous, they said. Truly momentous.

Now in death,
it seems life is bittersweet
for in death he can hear,
but it is death he did not wish to meet.

He didn't welcome death warmly.

He was upset. He knew that he could do more. He could know hear what others said. He didn't want to die. Why, oh why did he have to die? "Please!" He cried. "Take me back!" The spirits of Starclan ducked their heads.

He knew it was impossible. But it didn't stop him from trying. "What about reincarnation!" He wailed. One moved forward. She was a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with an unusual dappled coat. He somewhat recognized her.

She was a former member of Thunderclan. But, being deaf, he did not know her name. He did not know the names of any members of Thunderclan. Maybe she was the former medicine cat? She had come into the nursery a few times with herbs. He guessed that she was.

"Snowkit." She meowed, her voice soft like honey. He instinctively purred. "There are some things that Starclan have laid out. Your death was one of them. You must understand there are all things we wish to take back." "What do you wish to take back?" He hissed. "Falling in love with Fireheart." She growled softly. Another cat moved forward. He flinched. He recognized her as the cat who had snapped at him.

He didn't hear her snap, but the look in her eyes scared him. "What do you think would happen if you were reborn?" She hissed. "You were most likely to be born deaf once again!" She turned and padded back. Before she reached the line of spirits she growled, "Get used to it here."

Do you understand
the pain he went through?
Do you understand
what it is like to live through silence, too?
Do you understand
how it feels to see but not hear?
Do you understand
that silence sometimes brings fear?

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Mysticsoul11: Sad... sad. My first poem. I started off as oneshots and have evolved! Mwuhaha! So anyway, I told my fam. about my story and how many hits I've been getting. 33 reviews, umm..854 Hits and 280 Visitors. That's pretty good. But now they want to read a Warriors story, without ever have reading the books. Can you say awkward?