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The purpose of life to say is a very pressing matter. Most claim it’s something that happens. We barely exist before we were born and we clearly don’t exist once we’re dead. For others, they don’t care. One’s instincts are too strong to bother with the mere questions of life. To them, all that mattered was to eat, sleep, and mate. Repeat again until finally, one is no more. Okay, starting sentence is cool, we got some intellectual voice.

For a mantis, this is universal as expected for their species. Really tough to understand what you are trying to say here,and I stumble.When two mantises finish their courtship ritual, there's two possibilities: One is that both participants go their separate ways, most likely to die of exhaustion after so much love making. The other is death by cannibalism. See, this is way more clear. I understand this and it has a wry sense of humor

Corey hated the second possibility. Death was something he always feared. He valued his well-being more than anything else, even the idea of hunting prey. I don't think adding the hunting prey bit helps this sentence. When he was a young, he barely left his place of birth, hoping each day a bug was unlucky enough to reach into his grasp. Once he was older, he had no choice but to leave as the leaf he used to stand on gave out and sent him into the cold dirt. It was like a rite of passage. No longer was he the wee mantis boy of yesterday but the grown mantis man of today, but what about the mantis of tomorrow, he wondered? Neat sentence to end your paragraph on

Sunrise on the horizon. Trees dressed up their finest pinks and butterflies came out of undergrowth to spread their wings. He heard the buzzing below his feet, and the wet dew of morning drenched his feelers and hide. His wide compound eyes picked up the slightest sight of interest. The tree branch he stood upon provided him the ideal spot to see everything, especially potential mates. Regardless of where he looked, however, he never spotted any. Not on the flowers, not on the grass, and not on the logs or ponds or anywhere else. They’re hiding from me, I know it. They’re planning an ambush on me! K bit long on the description, but what's this ambush? Are females mantises going to ambush the hottest bachelor int he forest? Is the NHK out to get him? Are Space Whales going to murder him? Could play a bit more on the humor here

He turned around. No one. He rested his sight elsewhere. He moved up another branch every once in awhile to get a better view. Still no one. Okay he's paranoid, but who is "they"? The female mantises? Is he afraid of being randomly sexed and then murdered? Is Corey the hottest bachelor in town? He flew down on a flower. Only a bee, who then threatened to sting him. He stumbled off the edge and landed on the cold dirt, his old friend. He laid there for a bit, looking up at the sky wondering what he honestly did in his life. Nothing. The sky itself could agree as it was far bigger than he ever will be. But just before he thought he was meaningless, he heard a voice. A strange accent he never heard before in these parts.

“Oi!” a distant voice exclaimed. “What ya doin down there?”
K, we should get Corey's reaction here now. He's a paranoid Mantis that is the hottest bachelor in the forest. More importantly, since hes paranoid, I think closing in on his reaction might help continue that thread
Coming down from a single web strand came a spider, an orbweaver, looking straight into his eyes. “Don’t ya know the grounds full of worms?”

“Who cares,” he replied, gloomily, “I’m more at home here than in the trees.” Uhhh, aren't you like paranoid mr Mantis? Since we don't know what you are paranoid against (We are gonna have to assume female mantises) some readers might think your response is unjustified.

She was silent then went bursting in laughter, shaking herself up and down. “Ya sure is a weird fella. Most mantises I know are more tree or grass buggos…say, what’s your name?”

She stretched out her front limbs, expecting a handshake.

“C-Corey,” he stuttered, helping himself up with the aid of her hand.

“How’s bout we get ya up there, ey..pal?”

“…Sure.”

The two bugs walked alongside each other, the sun in the sky slowly sinking down to where the land and sky met. As they looked onward, it seemed as though life did matter, regardless of whether you’re a spider, or a very paranoid mantis.
“Ya know,” said the orbweaver, looking at the sunset. “Great things are gonna happen someday. I don’t know what, but we might just like it!”

While the two interlocked legs, the sun finally left the sky, turning gold to grey. Time will tell when the next tomorrow comes.