"Oh, yeah? You and whose army?" Trigger jeered, bursting into malicious laughter. "You're nothing but a big, fat elder, and that golden girl was nothing but a mouse. A tiny, weak, pathetic mouse, that deserved to die."
"A big, fat elder, huh?" Kudzupaw snapped his jaws on the dark gray tom's scruff, throwing him aside. "Well, this big, fat elder is going to tear a big, fat gash in your big, fat lungs." Setting his mind on autopilot, the cinnamon smoke tom pulled the Capitol rogue's chest open, then shoved him off the cliff and into the raging river.