Breezepelt:
Hey there little kitty cat
Prepare to get taught
No more secrets you've been keeping
I'll shed some light unlike your brother's blind spot
They call you a lion?
Man, is that ironic.
I've heard more roar from a weak old mouse that you can't catch but I'm on it
I hear you need some prophecy to win the fights you pick
I'm an unrestrained tornado
Ready to blow
Thunder lets go
You ain't worth zip
I'll call you Gary.
For Gary Stu.
Boy, this rap is over, save the crap you're bout to spew
Lionblaze:
Now what was that?
Did I hear something?
Maybe it was some blown out son
Who's amounted to nothing
I don't need a prophecy to sense some daddy issues
It's not my fault pops wanted out
We find you repulsing
They call me lion
Cuz I'm the king
Of my Clan, of this rap, forest, your mate, of everything
You call me Gary?
I'll call you crowfood
Wait, no, that means crows would actually want you
Breezepelt:
Aww, that's cute
You think you're all high and mighty
Step down from your pedestal sir
And fight me correctly
It wasn't too long ago, if I can remember
Poor little Lion was tricked and torn by his mother, his sister and his mentor
The funniest part of all this is that
Your mother couldn't help it and chased the tail of a WindClan cat
Seems like the seed doesn't fall far from the tree
What a lonely life you lead
So much for the power of three
Lionblaze
I'm just gonna go ahead and stop you right there
Cuz you're making this too easy and it's simply unfair
You're calling me lonely?
Ha ha!
What a joke
I don't know if you recall but Heather chose me like Blue picked Oak
Breezy
You're nothing more than a poorly written side char
I'm the main cat
Of the main plot
You're a sad sack that we all forgot
Step off now, kit
Because you don't need to stay
Because the comments will be filled with the name "Lionblaze"