Monday, January 3, 2011

Hey.

Let all cats of Birchclan join here for a clan meeting! After the long, hard leaf-fall, leaf-bare is here! May not be having very many meetings, we need to keep hunting! A leaf-bare poem:
Since the leaves are gone,
There's ice on the pond
Snow will be falling,
Birds will stop calling.
The prey will be scarce,
Hunting Warriors in pairs.
Leaf-bare is here,
Green-cough is near.
Medicine-cats working hard,
With the medicine that is Tart.
Kits become apprentices to help with the hunt,
But not all, because there is a runt.
Leaf-bare is tough,
But we'll see it through.
This season is rough,
The prey think so too.