im writing this at literally 11:30 at night so sorry if my grammar sucks. I waited until the morning to write the rest of it.
Also, I know some people might wonder why Redstripe isn't called Redstar because he's clan leader. Well, Redstar sounds dumb.
Chapter 10: BANNED!
So, as you probably know, Redstripe was fed up with all the sports chaos, and he really wanted to do something about that. After getting some rest and flexing his own healing powers in front of the healers (I don't call them Medicine Cats because that sounds stupid), he called a Clan meeting about the sports.
Redstripe cleared his throat as 2,147,483,648 cats gathered around the rock thingy. This decision would make the cats kinda mad but he did what had to be done.
"So... The reason I've called this meeting is because..."-PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT-"...I've made an important decision about all of this sports chaos we've been having lately. It's gotten many cats hurt, scared, and genuinely angry, and I think it's about time we stopped having sports events entirely. Sports in the camp are officially banned!" Redstripe stepped back as he started to hear the Clan's reactions.
"NOOOO!"
"REDSTRIPE, HOW COULD YOU?!"
"WE WANT SPORTS BACK!"
"AAAHHHH! MY LEG!"
Redstripe sighed.
"I'm sorry, but it's the decision that just had to be made."
The reactions only got worse.
"NOOOOOO WHYYYYYY?!"
"HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO SUCH A THING?!"
"NO! WE HAVE TO HAVE SPORTS!"
"AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE! MY LEEEGGG!"
Redstripe started to get a little pissed off at the Clan.
"Well, my Clan, my rules! No more sports in camp!"
It only got worse from there, so Redstripe was very angry. He started to go a little nuts at this point.
"Okay... Well, YOU DONT LIKE THAT?! UHHH... BLUEWHISKER, BANNED! G'BYE! COMPLAINTS! WHO ELSE? HOW ABOUT FISHFUR?! YEAH, YOU! BANNED! SEE YA! FAKE LEG CRAMP! WHO ELSE WANTS TO GET BANNED, HUH? HUH?"
Redstripe was in complete mental chaos.
By now, nobody was talking because they were afraid of getting banned. Tensions were high. And even though nobody was doing anything, Redstripe was still going ballistic.
"I SEE HOW IT IS! Y'ALL WANNA PLAY GAMES WITH ME! THATS PERFECTLY FINE! I CAN BAN YOUR ASSES! ICETAIL, BANNED! GET GONE! I SAW YOU SNEEZE, DONT TRY TO HIDE IT! AND YOU TOO, LIGHTPELT! BREATHING OXYGEN DURING A MEETING IS JUST SO DISRESPECTFUL! BANNED! DONT COME BACK! NEXT CAT WHO SLIPS GETS BANNED TOO!"
Now it seemed like everyone was about to die because Redstripe wouldn't even let them breathe. But soon he lost interest and walked away, allowing the other cats to finally take a breather.
As Redstripe walked back to his den, he saw the distant angry faces of Bluewhisker, Fishfur, Icetail, and Lightpelt. None of them knew where to go.
"*Huff* Good riddance!" Redstripe sneered. He went to talk to his friend, Tealstripe. Tealstripe was basically his polar opposite, but they agreed on lots of things, especially that sports should be banned.
"Hi, Redstripe. Sorry that they made you so angry," Tealstripe said.
"It's ok. But they were literally BREATHING! Everyone should know you're not allowed to do things that are necessary for a daily life during a CLAN MEETING! Good God, those cats drive me crazy!" Redstripe whined.
"If only we had a solution for that!" Said Tealstripe.
"Hmm... IDEA! How about... We ban BREATHING in the camp! Genius!" Redstripe said, and immediately took his position on the highrock.
2 minutes later...
The rule was almost immediately removed because five cats had already died from this.
Today, Redstripe, a literal Clan leader, learned for the first time that breathing was necessary for animal life.