(This is just a story i'm making up for fun. This is just something that could be possible if they tribe acted in this way. Don't take literally.)
He had come, forced against his will. His father had been killed trying to protect him. Although he himself was not killed, it was much worse to be captured by these female worriers than to die by them. Before he was knocked unconsious one of them said to him, “You will help our clan, but when your usefulness is done, there will be plenty of meat of the table.” And that was when he was hit from behind.
Naeemah was stitting on her rock as usual, overlooking the crowd of cougars who had come to witness what the huntresses had brought home for the day. She surpressed a yawn that was coming up her throat only because the chieftess, Theta, was here. Apparently, she had been told, the huntresses had captured something of use besides meat and he was to be given to a random kitten for apparently, he was not old enough yet to mate. Naeemah watched in boredome as the huntresses came out into the circle holding the usual captures and kills. After this had been done, Theta walked into the circle to speak. As soon as she stopped, the talking stopped with her because everyone respected Theta. She cleared her throat and in a booming voice said, “We have captured a small fawn.” She took a brief pause before contiunuing, “He shall be given to a kitten to be her mate and only after that kitten has mated successfully, will they be given the choice to destroy him or not.” Theta turned to the side to see two cougars dragging a small black fawn with a rope tied around his neck, into the area. Theta then turned back to the crowd and continued, “We will be having a contest to see which kitten shall get him. It is a hunting contest. We will release this fawn into a small area and whoever captures him first, gets him. Though I mustwarn you not to use excessive force, for you might kill him.” the cougars in the crowd chuckled a bit after the fawn was led away.
About an hour later, the kittens of the Dewclaw tribe met at the area where they were going to capture the fawn for there own use. “I bet I get him!” A random kitten said excitedly as they waited for the signal to start. Naeemah snorted knowing that anyone that overconfident would never get anywhere and would be killed instantly in a battle. Just then, the yell of a cougar was heard and they ran off for that was the signal to start.
