A WARRIOR'S HEART

Born of Thunder, part outsider's blood,

though in her own mind, dirt with rain just make mud.

And it may well be that she'll spend the rest of her moons

to prove she is not merely an outsider's tunes.

 

A song of loyalty, her roots in the ground,

to her clan, her kin, forever bound.

Through scars and battle, she stood tall,

A warrior, a mentor, answered the call.

 

But cynical eyes see the world for what it is,

Prepared for a storm, for a test of her skills.

Pessimistic eyes, forever aware,

of the world’s harsh truths, the burdens they bear.

 

Yet beneath that armor, a heart does beat,

and love for her clan, if then more fierce than sweet.

In the depths of the dusk, she finds her peace,

In the strength of her clan, her soul’s release.

 

Her path was fraught with mentors lost,

perhaps that is why her armor is frost.

But there too, burns an unyielding flame,

devoted to her clan, true to her name.

A name she wears with pride.

A warrior’s heart, by ThunderClan's side.