Orange flowers throw sparks in the night
Making silhouettes of Twolegs huddled there.
White lights appear, roar past
On a Thunderpath,
At the edge, a cat moved,
More cats followed one by one,
sniffed the bitter air
With the lips curled.
A large tom padded forward
flames lit up black-and-white fur on his powerful shoulders.
His long tail straight up
Sending a message of courage to his Clan.
This was a strange place.
A gray queen flickered her tail uneasily.
She pulled her kids towards her and sheltered it
A black tompushed his way forward, limping heavily on a twisted paw
Anxious yowls rose from some of the cats
The cry alerted the Twoloegs around the fire.
At once the cats fell silent, crouching lower
A missile flew over their heads
Exploded in a burst of thorn-sharp pieces
On the Thunderpath behind.
Ashfoot flinshed as a shard grazed her shoulder
but stayed silent, curling her body
around her terrified kit.
I fear for our safety here.