Mic Check

A growl rose dangerously from the girls chest and into the back of her throat, hackles rising along her spine in anger. Who was this bitch to speak to her in such a manner? She had no right and no motive to treat her in such a way. Zajia had only stated a fact and acted her part.
The tan woman dropped her kill to the ground, completely forgotten, and stood to her paws. Her muscles tensed and she hopped down from her perch.
"I am queen, bitch. And you'd do right to keep your damn comments to a minimum before I have your tongue removed. Got it?" Her amethyst orbs were blazing with the fire of batyle, her teeth and claws aching to take on the larger femme. She would learn the proper way to speak to a queen if it meant Zajia had to beat it into her.