A short story about Neanderthals

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My pasted short story follows.. What ya think?

Fool

Fast hands gathered the wind fall before The Cat returned. She stuffed as much in her mouth as she could, eating purple flesh and hard stones with big teeth. Others did the same, also piling the plums upon slightly curved bark trays. They could all smell The Cat and knew it was doing a circle, trying to make them forget that it was there. The Neanderthals had moved on from that, they knew well The Cat was trying to trick them. She abruptly stood, copper hair sprung to new positions. Where was Ool? She made a whispering bay:

"Ool! Ool?" A patter of laughs greeted her call, the others were smiling, Ool was amongst them but laying on his side, choosing only fermented plums to eat. Her brother was drunk again, enjoying himself. Some of the best hunters suddenly banged their heavy flint spears, it was time to get back to the overhang. The Cat had probably turned to them once more and they didn't want to take on its sabers, not for fruit.

As her kin picked up the plum harvest and left, she looked on at her brother's idiot smile, still thinking there was a party. It wouldn't normally matter. They liked Ool. He could make the people laugh and he never hurt anyone. He seemed to survive through the like of the people and strange fluke. His luck was revered. Like when he went on the mammoth hunt. He had ridden the back of an old cow, incredibly strong hands clamped on the broken butt of a hunter's spear. Ool's kill, he had dumbly whispered when they arrived half a day later at the carcass. Now though, A cat was coming. No one waited when a cat was near. There was no joke to be shared.

She snarled at her brother not trusting in his luck. Her teeth, in their prime, glinted angrily:

"Ool Ool! Cat!"

"Cat?"Ool stood, letting his lower lip protrude in comedy menace, he flexed rock hard shoulders with waving muscle. "Ool can kill cat like he did the mammoth!" She threw a plum at him, hitting his temple and making him smile but it was too late. The saber tooth cat had arrived, paced to him and slid nine inch fangs down Ool's throat and into his lungs, his smile only flickering before he fell.