Cinderpelt:
Sit yourself down
And prepare to be schooled
Don't think for a second
You can play me as a fool.
I can say with certainty
Your jealousy is showing
'Cause Spotty
When your dead and gone
The world keeps on going.
Spottedleaf:
You've been blessed with my presence
Since the very beginning
I've graced every dream
You've had the privilege of seeing!
There's no competition
When it comes to you and me.
But what can I say?
I'm just the queen of prophecies.
Cinderpelt:
The only throne you sit on
Is your self-righteous ass.
You think your so pretty
But, eh......
I'll give you a pass.
Spottedleaf:
Something about that
Just seems so defensive.
I'd take about your looks,
But it might get offensive.
Cinderpelt:
I can't help but notice
How your pretty much a stalker.
But no one gives a shit
Because your such a sweet-talker.
Your already dead,
And still you want a piece of Firestar?
...Okay
That's actually pretty bizarre.
Spottedleaf:
I'll pretend I haven't heard that
For the millionth time.
You lack so much creativity
It really should be a crime.
I do wonder why,
He never noticed your obsession.
Oh, his choice in mate
Should answer that question
Sandstorm:
Just what I expected,
The party of squabbling pu$$ies.
Going on about who's better
When we all know
Your just hussies.
Starclan sake, Spotted
Your like a fleet
That won't quit!
