BREEZEPELT
Hey there little kitty cat prepared 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 week 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're about 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 sеnse some daddy issues
It's not my fault pops wantеd out
We find you repulsing
They call me lion, 'cause 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 would mean crows would actually want you
BREEZEPELT
Awe, 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
Her 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 gunna go right ahead
And stop you right there
'cause you're making this too easy
And it's simply unfair
You're calling me lonely, haha! What a joke!
I don't know
If you recall
But Heather chose me, like Blue picked Oak
Breezey, you're nothing more than a poorly written side-char
I'm the main cat
Of the main plot
You're a sad sac
That we all forgot
Step off now kit. You don't need to stay
'cause the comments will be filled with the name, "Lionblaze"