A Loyal Leader Falls
Through the silent deathly still night
Came a small rustling sound
And out padded a warrior; muscles all tight
He was loyal and brave; by the warrior code bound
His eyes flashing amber
He crept through the forest
His pelt glinting silver
He paused for a rest
His claws thorn-sharp
His teeth pointed knives
He speared a carp
And enjoyed his nine lives
His last meal before Starclan calls
As he sat it started to rain
Preferring to be alone before he falls
"Now," he said, "we're together again."