eyes like fire, burn my pelt.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my دل aches.
sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!
i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!
pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not دکھائیں my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.
the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they دکھائیں no fear,
though i know they share it.
the brave cats around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.
a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can دکھائیں no weakness,
can دکھائیں no fear.
and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my دل aches.
sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!
i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!
pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not دکھائیں my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.
the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they دکھائیں no fear,
though i know they share it.
the brave cats around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.
a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can دکھائیں no weakness,
can دکھائیں no fear.
and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as آپ can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked سے طرف کی most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
یا will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as آپ can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked سے طرف کی most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
یا will that time,
be done?
