Here is a poem about the war we had, with a lesson in the poem. It's a story/poem type thing. It'll be longer then usual. Here it is!

   I woke up during dawn, and pad outside too await my duties, I looked at the deputy, wondering what patrols I'll do, before I could listen, I heard a familiar yowl, and looked at the cat standing with us now. He yowled in worry, he yowled in fright, as he told of a battle too begin, the leader silenced him and ushered him too his den,the feeling grim outside. The leader then padded out, tense with alarm, as he yowled the familiar words for us to gather below, he told of a war that was too happen tonight, and oh what a feeling of fright. The storm was going to happen, the war was going to begin, they only had but a few hours too prepare, and I could easily see the other clans sickly grin. The rest of the day came by normally, except for the fear scent and more battle practicing, and it was soon to be night, when the war was to begin.

   The cats lined up, in the small clearing with old 2 leg buildings surrounded by, waiting for the other clan. They came, not only 1 clan, but 3, they saw as surprised were we, and only in a heartbeat, the cats leapt up at eachother. I swirled around to face a large she cat, leapt onto her shoulders, digging my thorn sharp claws into her scapula, then I started to attack her again, and I was too late at that. She pinned me down, and rolled me over, I bit her paw. She dug her claws into my throat, and into my stomach, my dear kit watching. I fell down, felt the blood pour out of me in pain, my eyes starting to close. Then in a flash Darkstar called everyone too camp, limp bodies in the clearing. I though of my mate, u thought of my kits, I thought of my dear sister, and I knew it wasn't over yet. My sister dragged me into camp, it already filled with limp bloody bodies.

   We lost horribly and I knew that, and I was lucky to be alive, it was 3 against 1, the battle was fierce. These cats ftom the other clans were in for the kill, not like the fair warrior should, why end cats? I woke up, and yowled to sit vigil, because we lost some of my gold friends, 5 died that night. I would of been one of the ones we lost, I was lucky when the medicine cat came too my aid. I knew I could only get lucky twice, and I nearly died once before, now my neck, stomach, and over my eye criss crossed with scars. I lived enough battles too make me cry. It wasn't over, my spirit unbroken, I've been through plenty, which only made me stronger. Life can be unfair, life can be hard, but my spirit lays untouched by those paws of evil. What pulls be through is my family and friends, the clan, and the dear ones I lost. My life may get rough, life cane be unfair, I always fight through, even it's more than I can bare, u
I know someday I'll die, I accept that, just not today, nor tomorrow because I still have too live my life.

-Robin

This seemed more like a message, and a story..... not as much as a poem XD. Do you like this message/poem/story thingy?