Fire - a Poem by Jaz

Dawn has arrived

And other cats find

A new cat, named Rusty

With a curious mind

An apprentice to the Clan

With fur darker tan

Than the fire of the sun

That’s how it began

Then, challenged by a cat

“A Kittypet!” He spat

A fight then sparked

Rusty won and that was that.

For the color of his pelt

That looked like it would melt

I named him Firepaw

And with him I dealt

I taught him to fight

How to well, and what was right

He was a natural, as I expected

Wiser than the stars of night

Now with him I lay

I knew I’d meet this day

When the sun sets upon my body

And lay to rest I may

I knew he’d go far

Though with many a scar

I say go bye to him

And he yowled “Bluestar!”