"This bush is mine!" Shouted Clanstar.

"No, this bush is mine!" Shouted Enemystar.

"IT'S MINE!" Yowled Clanstar.

Now Clanstar really needed to go potty, but he was so busy arguing with Enemystar over whose bush this was, he couldn't catch a break.

"No, it's mine," answered Enemystar nonchalantly.

Clanstar couldn't even with this cat, he couldn't hold it anymore. He had to go. So, he lifted his leg and went all over the bush.

"It's mine," Clanstar said again finally, feeling all relieved.

He expected more of a fight, but Enemystar just looked at the bush with disgust.

"Ew, I don't want that anymore, you keep it."

And with that, Enemystar booked it out of there as fast as he could.

And so that's how a brilliant idea was born.

From that day forward, cats of all Clans had a new way to declare this turf is theirs.

THE END