My friend and I wrote this poem in the middle of French one day… I know my poetry (in this particular case) is horrible, but I can't rhyme for my life, so five me a break...

Normal-Me

Underlined-My friend


A lithe cat

A brown tabby with a white chest and tail tip (so I made the tail up…)

With hostility she sat

Curling her lip

She glared at the dark gray warrior

Who stared back

With disdain and something more

Although the closeness of Clanmates they lacked

The Crow and Leaf, by each other, will always be adored

Running from their duty

The two stole away

But realized that a Crow and Leaf

Could never be that way

With sorrow in their hearts

And longing for their clans

They did depart

And meet hardly ever again

When a crow caws

And a leaf touches the ground

You know their love will always be around


See what I mean? She's amazing while I stink at rhyming… I'm just going to go cry. :)

I may make another poem about Leafpool and Crowfeather… Ooh, the joys I get of writing about the anguish!