I can take it from there (open, arguing with elders)

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    "StarClan's mousebrained, why do you worship dead people anyways?" Dean protested, his words ringing loud and clear. His remark earned him a cuff to the ear, and an angry retort of "How many times do I have to tell you, when a clan member dies, they go to StarClan. There, they watch over us and protect us!" in an exasperated tone. Clearly from an elder. "If they protect us, then why do cats still die huh?" Dean shot back. The kit was stubborn, and simply didn't believe in all the StarClan Dark Forest stuff. He would believe, however, that when a cat died they could become a spirit. But worshipping them and making them into religion? That was a step to far in the brown tom's mind.
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    "If cats didn't die, then prey would be overrun and become extinct, then we would live a life of constant starvation." Lovedeterrence meowed angrily. If this kit was going to be a skeptic, couldn't he at least think of a better argument that wasn't dismissed by basic knowledge of the ecosystem? "Now sit down and bring me my fuckin pudding." It wasn't Dean that was supposed to bring it, but damn was Lovedetterence hungry.

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    Economics, kid. "And then all of the prey there would be gone, and we would move before it could repopulate, repeat ad nauseam. Eventually prey would go extinct, the world would be filled with trillions of elders, and I WOULD STILL BE WAITING FOR MY PUDDING! HOW CAN WE EAT OTHER THINGS IF I CAN'T EVEN GET MY FUCKIN' PUDDING?" Lovedetterence had her priorities straight. Arguing second, pudding first...

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    The dragon poked his head in and cleared his throat. "Everybody! Calm down please. If this is about religion, let me say, I don't believe in Starclan, but" is all he could say before one of the elders tried repeating what was said to dean "HEY! Let me finish my sentance. I still do believe that people, when they die, they do go somewhere. So before this all escalates to an assault, everybody calm down." he said in an attempt to get everybody in a reasonable mood. "And I mean, who knows whats next when we die. We are not dead so we cant say for sure. Maybe we live on a giant elephant in the sky?" he said partly joking. Maybe everybody was wrong. Maybe they were reincarnated.