A/N: sorry, this is another crowfeather story. more of a poem :/ bold=the poem, normal=crowfeathers point of view
Crowfeather sat, thinking of all his past loves... the only one he truly ever loved was feathertail...
Love is just like a rose,
Each passing day, it grows and grows.
*sigh* Feathertail... he missed it all too much. Her. Her sweet scent. Her soft fur...
You wait for the rose to be in full bloom, for the other person to love you back, but...
The only problem was that her brother would have never let them be... he hated crowfeather.
When it blooms, you just want more. You just want another rose.
Leafpool was really cool to, though...
A/N: I think im ending this story. Not this chapter, but this story. I'm failing at it.