Sorry about the deley. I couldn't think of any ideas for this poem.
Snow lies on the ground,
The river is frozen still.
One cat does wander,
Hunting for fresh-kill.
He pauses and remembers,
That day still fresh in his mind,
The day he followed her,
And left everything behind.
It all began one winter day,
He fell through the ice.
She dove in after him,
Without thinking twice.
He fell for her at once,
She had stolen his heart,
It would endin tragedy,
But where would that start?
He sneaked away to see her,
He knew it was wrong,
Somewhere deep down he knew,
This wouldn't last too long.
She died that awful day,
The day he'd never forget,
The image was burnt in his mind,
He would always see it.
A silver cat, a silver stream,
With StarClan she does rest,
Poor Graystripe couldn't see,
It was for the best.
She watches him from above,
Her heart goes out to him.
A gray warrior and his gray heart,
With tears her eyes swim.
He was her only love,
He was her only mate.
Why did this have tohappen,
Oh, how cruel was fate.
I can't write anymore because I feel like crying. Silverstream was one of my favorite characters and I cried when she died.