...Come Back...

He's forgotten so much

Company

Care

The feel of other

Cats

Their warm pelts against his

Cold and frowzen own.

If only they'd venture

Back into the darl

And twine, encircle

Warm the ice

If only they'd enter

The wet and the rock

And call him, tell him

That they remember.

A/N: Perhaps a bit short and abrupt, but that's kind of how I always pictured Falling Leaves – vague, ghostly, only half there.

I don't know if there's anything about him in Omen of the Stars. Sorry if my poem has some inconsistencies in terms of the books.