You should have known of my sad death,
I've given life to two with my last breath,
A silver tabby she-cat, from a Clan of the streams,
Every moment thinking of the cat of my dreams.
His name is Greystripe, and may he live, free,
His new mate Millie was not my agony,
As long as he is always happy,
I heave a sigh of relief.
The death of my daughter made me shed tears,
I couldn't even see her last blink so dear,
Now she joins StarClan with me, together,
I shall protect her, forever and ever.
She had fallen in love with a cat, Crowfeather,
I did not know about the matter.
I wouldn't have objected, for I've also broken the Code before,
And she was on a mission, out of StarClan's reach, forever more.
And Stormfur, my courageous son,
Now he lives with Brook, the cat he wants,
I hope he remembers his family, when he's having fun,
As twilight falls and he watches the setting sun.
I have regrets, I gave Greystripe sadness,
As I left him on paws light as feathers,
Now I watches him from the stars,
I shall pray from him from afar.
Sorry, I just seem to love the word agony. (Refer to other poems.)
