

A Forgotten BrotherA forgotten brother, a Starclan warrior His life was long and hard, so full of deceitA Forgotten Brother
His golden mane his striped fur
He did not grow cruel with the seasons
His roaring voice, his commanding yowl He did not grow harsh but into a kind and gentile mentor His understand eyes, his ear for peace He has always been Botha peace maker and a fighter His gentle should, his warrior spirit His loving heart and his resting place Not everyone remembers our friend lionheart
thanks for the comments! loved the little poem
your friend,
moonchylde-pagan
i just finished the second chapter of Snow White. Hope you enjoy it when you come back.
your friend,
moonchylde-pagan
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CRY "HAVOC"
and let slip the dogs of war
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