Ideas
Flame listened in the hollow to the sound of cats screeching and fighting. He sighed.
"What's the matter Flame?" Cedar asked drowsily.
Flame shook his head. "This violence is pointless." He meowed. "There's plenty enough prey in the forest." He meowed crossly.
Cedar nodded. "I know, but these cats are too selfish. They think that if anyone else hunts in this forest that they'll become a threat."
"What they need is a code to follow." Flame meowed.
Cedar sat up. "That sounds like a decent idea." She meowed.
Flame nodded, suddenly excited. "We could split the forest up so that each cat has his own territory. And no cat is allowed to trespass on that cat's territory."
Cedar shook her head sadly. "But who would enforce these rules?"
Flame tipped his head to the side and pondered what Cedar had said. "Well maybe we could split up into groups of cats that are similar?" He suggested.
Cedar looked at Flame, her eyes flickering with amusement. "Groups of cats that are similar?" She asked.
Flame smiled. "They could split up into Clans."
"Clans." Cedar repeated the word sounding interested.
"I want to meet with the other cats, tell them to meet at the hollow with the four large trees surrounding it." Flame meowed confidently.
Cedar nodded. "This cat might actually be on to something." She muttered to herself.
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"And we could establish a code for all the clans to follow." Flame finished his speak standing on the Great Rock.
"You've got bees in your brain." A cat called.
"He might have a point." Another argued.
Soon all the cats in the clearing were yowling at each other with their neck fur bristling.
Flame watched in dismay as one cat scored his claws across another's muzzle.
Battle erupted in the clearing and blood was splattered all over.
Flame opened his mouth to cry out, but he was silenced by a cat tackling him.
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Many cats died, and those who were lucky enough to still be alive slept where they had fought.
Flame closed his eyes to fall asleep. What have I done?