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've picked
I'm an unrestrained tornado
Ready to blow, thunder let's go
You ain't worth shit!
I'll call you Gary
For Gary Stu
Boy this rap is over save the shit you '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 some prophecy
To sense some 'daddy issues'
It's not my fault pops wanted out
We find you repulsing.
They call me a lion
Cus' I'm the king
Of my clan
Of this rap
Forest
Your mate
Of everything
You call me Gary?
I'll call you crow-food
Wait, no
That would mean crows would actually want you
Breezepelt:
Awe, that's cute
You think your all high and mighty
Step down from your pedestal, sir
And fight me correctly.
It wasn't to long ago
If I can remember,
Poor little Lion was tricked and torn
By his mother, his sister, and his mentor.
The funniest part about 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.
'Cause your making this to easy
And it's simply unfair.
Your calling me lonely?
Ha-Ha! What a joke.
I don't know if you recall
But Heather chose me
Like Blue picked Oak.
Breezy
Your nothing more
Then a poorly written side char.
I'm the main cat.
Of the main plot.
Your a sad sack
That we all forgot!
Step off now kit,
You don't need to stay...
'Cause the comments will be filled
With the name, Lionblaze!
Credits to Blixemi!
