Perfect, that's what my mother called me
Only when I was Stormkit, born under a tree
Now, I'd give anything for my mother to love me
It shatters my heart to see her flee
My only flaw
Was my crooked jaw
And now I have to say
If I could change something that day
I'd do it fast without delay
Cats stare
They mock
They give me horrified looks
Does this bother me?
No, I don't care about how I look!
They tease
They make fun!
But do I care?
No!
I am Crookedstar!