A/N: Hello again! This poem was requested by Rivermask, who suggested that I do a Runningwind one! Since he never gets any good part in the story...So here you go Rivermask! I hope you like it! Oh, and Rivermask, maybe the reason Runningwind never gets any good parts, is because he dies in the fourth book...Okay then! The fourth poem! Now...onto others!
Warnings: Umm...Nothing I have to say.
Disclaimer: (It's come to my attention that I didn't do this...) Yes, I do not own the Warriors series, otherwise, I would hurry and get the next book out!
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Runningwind – Ahead of All of You
I ran on ahead of the patrol.
It was just to check things out.
But then he was there.
I growled in anger, and launched myself at him.
It was then that I realized, my patrol was ahead of all of you.
I would die here,
and that was the fact.
I barreled into him,
and together we fought.
Hissing and spitting, we fought tooth and claw.
But I was far ahead of him.
StarClan called for me, and I was about to answer.
Moaning as he left me to die,
I sighed.
I was farther than everyone else.
But I was only further than just a few.
My lone patrol would soon become more than lonely.
I would soon be joined by others who fell on the lone patrol.
And I would lead them all straight to StarClan.
Brindleface, ah, sweet Brindleface.
Swiftpaw, such young boundless energy.
Bluestar, my sweet, sweet leader.
And others not mentioned.
All would join my patrol that I led up to the stars,
to live with ones that they had known once before.
And yet,
this was just the start.
Together with my patrol by my side,
I saw Tigerstar defeated, but couldn't help but wonder,
What was to happen to Bramblepaw?
Bluestar never said,
Spottedleaf never told.
Even though I knew that medicine cat was up to no good.
And yet,
I was not afraid.
For even though I was first on the path,
it did not mean that I had to know everything.
I did my part when I had too.
Fireheart.
No, Firestar now, became who he was from all of us.
And to think, I gave him a life!
Me, Runningwind,
who was ahead of everyone from the start.
I was not lowly,
I was simply me.
But, I couldn't help feel resentment.
Why was it me that was ahead of everyone else?
Why did I go first?
Was it something I did in my past?
Even Bluestar don't know that answer.
-But, it really doesn't matter, cause I'm ahead of all of you. I wasn't left behind, I wasn't forgotten, I stayed right where I was. I was just ahead of all of you. I led a lone patrol farther than all of you, and it led straight to StarClan, where I'm ahead of all of you, and I'll see you all soon enough.
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A/N: There you go Rivermask, all for Runningwind, since he dies in the fourth book and never gets anything good...I would also like to remind you all to ask for the next poem! Otherwise I might pick someone at random from a hat! (And what's the probability of getting your favorite cat out of there? There's a bunch of them...)
FW/N: (Fernwhisker Note) Who's Runningwind?
(Exactly...)
Signed: CeruleanRider and Fernwhisker, two respected cats of ThunderClan.