[BEAR.]

"Considering you fail to get my eye color correct," Lionstorm shook his pelt, baring his teeth at her. "Then yes, I expect no less from you, Skinpatches." He'd comment on the other Spiderpaw, but she was in the same boat as the one in front of him. Short-furred cats were abominations, and he couldn't understand how they survived once the cold weather rolled around.

While Spiderpaw was busy gloating, Lionstorm moved, aiming to slam one of his paws into her chest and send her to the ground. She'd need to learn to focus her attention on him, not herself.

He was the only thing that mattered.
@jupiter