Ashfur nosed through the fresh-kill pile, looking for something to satisfy his hunger. But, for whatever reason, nothing seemed appealing to him; including squirrels, which were his favourite kind of prey.
He sighed, deciding to take his nose out of the fresh-kill pile before anyone accuse him of having a weird fetish involving sticking his nose in a pile of dead rodents and birds. The grey tom's blue eyes scanned camp, looking for someone to interact with.
Then, he saw Squirrelflight. Specifically, her booty.
Ashfur called his existence in question along with his purpose in the universe. Why was he here? Was it his destiny to be born in ThunderClan alongside such a booty? But one thing was clear; his hunger wouldn't be satisfied by prey, he could see that now. It would only be satisfied by booty.
One sentence escaped his lips and ascended him above StarClan. Once that single phrase was uttered he became the god of gods for the briefest of moments. The universe - no, the multiverse became his plaything. His eyes shone like two miniature suns lodged into his skull instead of eyes which most forms of life on earth had to see with. Ashfur did not need them in this moment.
His voice carried out throughout the multiverse, his words falling on the ears of every being that lived, had lived, or will live. It carried out throughout time. Due to this, many confused his voice for God's and they wrote a book called "Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt" by Chuck Tingle - The Holy Scripture of Ashfur.
"She 乇乂ㄒ尺卂 ㄒ卄丨匚匚."
Upon those words, everything ceased to exist but at the same time everything began existing. This event was dubbed the ㄒ卄丨匚匚 bang once life became intelligent enough to realise what Ashfur had both created and destroyed.
Checkmate atheists.