This story took an unexpected turn when I got a new idea, so I won't do cats like Tigerstar or Scrouge. I don't need anymore suggestions because I'm only going to do three more poems and I already know who I'm going to do.
A ragged star,
A long gone leader,
He seems away so far.
Was really that long ago?
His ragged pelt,
His evil son,
He was the best,
He was the one.
Killed out of greed,
And desire for power.
Now under Brokenstar,
ShadowClan cats docower.
Fate struck him on a patrol,
His son's own claws,
Took his life.
Raggedstar's blood is on his paws.
They all mourned,
At his tragic death.
Brokenstar stood there.
He had no rivals left.
That one was short, sorry. I was planning on updating sooner, but there was a problem with my computer.