CROOKEDSTAR
Born in the howling winds of thunder
Brambleberry didn't make a single blunder
And his mother stared at him in wonder
The angry storm clouds they were under
An accident falling from a tree
Or perhaps it was a scree
He screamed like a banshee
But his father didn't agree
When Rainflower named him after
His broken jaw which caused no laughter
And evermore thereafter
His name was…
A/N: Just wanted to let you know that my friends and I used to email each other these poems, without saying which cat it was about. Then the other person had to guess. So that's why the poem ends in "His name was..." And also because Crookedstar doesn't rhyme with after.