A warrior cats poem

'Twas the night before Warrior Cats day, when all through the dens,

Not a creature was awake, not even a wren;

The herbs were all hung by the entrance with care,

In hopes that Firestar soon would be there;

The kits were nestled all snug in their nests;

While visions of blazes danced in their heads;

Ravenclaw and Barley who both smelled like sap,

Had just settled down for a long leaf-bare nap,

When out on the clearing there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my nest to see what was the matter.

Away to the clearing, I flew like a flash,

Tore open the bramble to look at the clash.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a bright orange cat with ivy on his ear.

With Cinderpelt and Cloudtail not very far,

I knew in a moment he must be Firestar.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the den;

The purring and pawing again and again.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

Down from StarClan FireStar came with a bound.

He was covered in fur, from his head to his paws,

And his pelt seemed to be without any flaws;

A bundle of catnip he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a spirit just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the baskets; then, with a smirk,

Layed his paw on his nose.

Giving a nod, into the air he rose;

He sprang to his feet, to his team gave a mew,

And away they all flew like the dawn was anew.

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight—

“Happy Warrior Cats day to all, and to all a good night!”

Have a very meowy Christmas! -Mossfur