This is a collection of poetry that I, Mist the Elf, has made during random school hours. Please enjoy!


8. The Fight

He slinks through the undergrowth,

With others at his side,

In the dead of night.


He stalks a mouse,

No noise in the air,

With his fellows.


He smells ThunderClan,

With their disgusting scent,

He gestures to the others.


He spots the patrol,

He leaps into the air,

The others follow.


Blood flies,

High in the sky,

2 dead.


One tackles him,

All goes dark,

He loses his only life.

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