The Poems Of The Warriors:The Death Of Firestar (Alternate)

He whom I hate

Pads over to me

I am a cat

Wild and free

He is a kittypet

Who belongs with Twolegs

He wouldn't survive

If they didn't feed him 

On chicken legs

Yes, I know he left them

To be with the Clan

But to me

He will always be a cat that belongs to man.

I stare him out

And he looks away

Then I hurl myself

Into the fray

A flash of teeth and claws

Blood and open jaws

Suddenly I'm under him

It's my turn to pray

This would never have happened

In my day

I thought with warrior skills 

He seemed to lack

Courage

As everything went black