This is a poem by Shinestar212, about the night that a cat become Warriors. The moon can't be seen but the stars gleam. Water rushes through a small stream. The small whispers in the night. Are what it takes to start a fight. As quite as can be. No need to be seen. A Warrior lurks in the dark night. Waiting for the sun such a sight. The smallest thing could cause a roar. But this night is such a boar. Stones clatter under a cats feet. They move in such a beat.