Wing or Warrior?

This is a poem about Jayfeather's time with the ancients

I walked in the cave, the mysteries deep

The ancient cats, thier scent left faintly

And suddenly I could see

I saw a light, an opening

Some cats were there, looking

When I got out, they greeted me

But to me, they were unknown

The smell of thier pelts clearly shown

They were new to me

I followed them, they seemed to know me

They were safe, even friendly

They called me Jays Wing, which was accurate enough

I was a sharpclaw, sounds pretty tough

The whole thing sent shivers down my spine

As I tried to think what Rock had in mind

Just when they told me

These cats, these ancients

Were thinking of leaving

It was full of twolegs, the mythical bieng

It was in legends

They never saw one before

Now there were monsters

They cowered on the floor

Then my purpose here struck me

These poor cats needed me to lead

I decided it was thier fate

To move before it was too late

To travel to the dark horizons

To go to the vast mountains

The black imposing object

When they went on the move

To their future

I decided it was time

To leave homeward