Fernwhisker: Ahem. Welcome...Our lovely authoress has not been able to find time to write this next beloved poem, due to the overwhelming fact that school is upon her once more. -glances at authoress-

Authoress: -asleep on computer, two sheets of paper under her head, at least three large paragraphs typed up on the screen-

Fernwhisker: -clears throat- So I have taken it upon myself to write this poem. I know that I am not as talented as my creator, but I am willing to give it my all! So then, I hope you enjoy.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot. This poem is a request from Nightfire, a wish for a Hawkfrost poem!

Warnings: None! ('Cepting uber-awesome-evil-ness Hawkfrost stuff!)

Disclaimer: Eh...I don't own Warriors, and CeruleanRider owns me? -doesn't know what to really say-

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Hawkfrost – Loyalty

Loyalty,

An abomination of a word.

Meaning nothing truly,

But dedication,

Or faith,

To something,

Or someone.

Devoting,

Corrupting,

Allowing your mind,

To never run freely.

I hate the word.

What they ask of me.

What they all want me to do.

Something I never,

Learned to do.

I've got nothing,

To tie me to you.

Nothing,

That bonds me,

To you filthy,

Vile,

Disgusting,

Stupid creatures.

With Tigerstar teaching me,

I don't need to learn about loyalty.

I'll only need power,

And devotion,

To the greatest entity of all,

True greatness.

True,

Power.

-Loyalty is needed, no matter what you do. But if your mind is twisted, sick, corrupted, you only need power. If you are evil, and deadly, then you will become the greatest of them all, and StarClan will not matter anymore at all.

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Fernwhisker: There we go...I hope you all enjoyed...I know that it was my first time, and might have been a little different than what you're used to...But...-looks at Authoress-

Authoress: -woke up, busily typing on computer- Dang Phoenix...I hate being Gifted and Talented...-starts fiddling with gluestick while papers are printing-

Fernwhisker: Umm...Yeah...That's all?

Goldenstar: -pops in- NOT ALL!

Fernwhisker: -sighs- Yes, Goldenstar, we know you love your uber-awesome-

Goldenstar: Of course. Well, actually...There's something that I wanted to say...But I've forgotten it now...Oh well! See you next week! -poofs away-

Signed: Fernwhisker...And CeruleanRider, even though she really didn't do anything...But, two respected cats of ThunderClan.