(This story is about bonfire)
When it was almost the beginning of time, there was a cold, barren planet orbiting a desolate, far away star. Nothing thrived on this planet, and nothing ever would have, if not for the asteroid. It crashed head on into the planet, it was full of H2O, carbon, and oxygen, which all spilled onto the planet. A tiny, weak atmosphere began to bloom, and all of those strange, alien chemicals from the asteroid melted into eachother and created a cell. That cell divided into trillions, hundreds of thousands of cells, each one split into two categories. The first evolving cell developed tiny ears, a long snout, and thick shaggy fur. The other cells evolved to have sleek fur, sharp eyes, and sharp claws. As they evolved and crawled onto land, they both split apart, the canines and felines became known as the Pack and the Pride. Both lived only only on Florite Plains and both groups argued and fought over prey that belonged to them, or if a young one was missing. Finally, after years of needless bloodshed and harm, they all agreed to meet peacefully on the island where they all originated; the island of the beginning. Once there, they lit a giant bonfire to stay warm and dry, and began to discuss their problems. Words turned into snarls, and snarls turned into fighting. One young feline accedentally tripped over a burning timber while fighting, and it rolled over to all of the dense plant life. At once, everything errupted into flames, and felines and wolves dove into the sea, panicked, and swam over to new and distant lands, where even more packs and prides began to flourish. The now rogue felines and canines told their young about Inferno island, and those young to their young about Burning island. Generation apon generation passed, until one day the name Inferno island became known as Bonfire island. And the name still stands today.
