Prompt:

You who walk where spirits whisper, Where moonlit voices softly call, You who tend the ancient pathways, And keep the old songs through it all. You stand with one paw in starlight, One still upon forest floor, Given truths the rest cannot hear, Guarding heart and soul and lore. Though the spirits draw you distant, Past the warmth of home and fire, Know our songs still rise beside you, And our doors stay open wide. For who would guide the lost to comfort? Who would speak for kin long gone? Who would bless the newborn catlings Or sing the straying spirits home? So join us when night falls gentle, Share our laughter, share our flame, For though the stars may know you closely, To us, beloved, you remain. And should your road grow cold and lonely, Should silence weigh upon your soul, Come rest beside your waiting alitera, No Rune cat walks this world alone.