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MOTHWING
Hey priss
Did you miss
Your Riverclan half-sis?
Or did you even know
of my, my bro, or poor Tadpole?
No of course!
You're too busy with your drama
Can't see nobody else
'sides your brother, pappa and mamma
That must be hard!
Jumping from clan site to clan site
Seems when the going gets though
Tawny's flight takes the limelight
I hit the River with pride, my paws did not get dry
by running to daddy's side if someone made ME cry
And just like that
You went running right back
When the sun went black
Like a scared little house cat!
You're like a walking omen
Bad luck where you are goin'
From forest fires in Thunder
To a son sho's bad at floatin'!
You've infected half the clans with your shitty plans
You hit the homeland, the marches, try the grasslands!
Nobody wants you,
you're a straight clan killer
I don't care where you end up,
Just stay OUT of my river.

TAWNYPELT
It's really not so hard
to take a look and see
Which side of the fam
got the shitty batch of genes
Your bro is a murderer
Your mom? Who's heard of her?
Of course I know their names
but I TRY to not remember
It's hard to be related
to a liar and a fraud
Our ancestors above
should have your ways
outlawed!
Learned absolutely everything
from earnest dedication
No cat in the Clans wants to take YOUR medication
If this rap is your mission
to make this a competition
I don't need to have a "vision"
to realize your poor decisions
Redemption, absolution
Ain't in your constitution
You're stick with your delusion
and there just ain't no solution
For pawns
Your brother had you played
Right into his paws
like a helpless piece of prey
For shame!
Grow a backbone
before it's too late
Your apparent lack of dignity
has got me dismayed

MOTHWING
My delusion?
Lack of dignity?
You really see things differently
I'm not the one who lives upon
A made-up Starclan fantasy
I've held up on my own
It is YOUR hoax I disown
If that means I've got no backbone
Watch me take a broke-back shit upon your moonstone!
Now you're wasting my time
I've got REAL cats to heal,
I've had enough
of your play-time
I like to focus on the living
I've got no use for the dead
You can resume your ass-kissing
Of the ghosts inside your head

TAWNYPELT
You're so insanely willful
That is borders being skillful
There's not a cat left
that can accept you're just that deft
You're the daughter of a rogue
and you don't follow the code
Just rid us of this load,
hurry up and hit the road!
I'm sick of your ballad,
your arguments are invalid
It's a shame we're kin
'cuz you simply can't win!
I'm the one who can split it,
it's time for you to simply QUIT IT
Like the omens you emit
you're a big sack of bullshit

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