My poem: If underesitmate is just a word, Then understatement is what you deserve, To wish upon a shootinng star, My paws on the ground, My head held high, Missunderstood is what i am, Either way i will follow my clan, Till there demise with blood on my hands.
i snarled at the black wolf lowering my head she just seemed to stare at me her bright blue pupils watching me as if i was a child throwing a tatrum was she taunting me i throught to myself my growl growing quieter as i went into thourght but i shook my head and growled a snarl ripping from my throat "are you just going to stand there"she huffed walking away i couldnt under stand as i stopped growling did she not care that there was a growling wolf infront of her or that turning her back on an angry wolf could get her killed i just couldnt comprehend her (more to come)