A yowl signified the start of the Gathering.
Bluestar stood up on the rock and spoke.
"Too much fighting has been going on, ThunderClan wishes to make peace with the other clans. If any of you has an idea, now is the time to voice it."
Brokenstar stood up, an odd look in his eyes.
"I say we should become focused on mating rather than fighting. ShadowClan is willing to become RapeClan." He presented his idea, lust in his voice. Tallstar spoke up.
"I do not fully support your idea, but it would be better than fighting. WindClan will become LemonClan." Crookedstar stood up.
"What about our kits? Will they too mate with each other?"
"No," Tallstar replied. "They will only mate when they become apprentices."
Crookedstar nodded his head.
"Then RiverClan will become SlutClan." Bluestar finally stood up.
"All of you have agreed. I will too. ThunderClan will be NippleClan. But our rituals?"
Brokenstar replied, "When a cat becomes a leader they must travel to the Moonstone, now Cumstone, as always. They will press their member or core against the Cumstone. Nine StarClan cats will mate with you, painlessly. Along with nine lives, you will be granted a member, or a larger replacement if desired. Cum output will be greater." Bluestar replied hastily, "Should we still call them StarClan? I think they should be called LustClan."
The leaders nodded their heads in agreement.
"Deputies shall be chosen as usual, with the leader mating with them afterwards. New apprentices will lick their mentors member or core, and warriors will mate with their former mentor all night, in placement of the vigil. Elders will not mate if they so choose, and kits strictly not." Crookedstar finished, "All forms of punishment to intruders are nonviolent, however are whatever else the clan leader chooses."
The clans agreed and dispersed, four distinct groups padding off to their respective territories.