Claiming the High Ground

Warm light hit my spikes. My claws twitched, then clenched into solid fists! I was alive, perched right atop a sleek orange speed machine. Across from me stood another figure on a red roof, looking tall. Not on my watch! I stomped my foot down hard against the plastic roof with a sharp tap to plant myself firmly, threw my head back, and let out a hearty rumble. This chariot belongs to me!