Lore and Rule
Expectations for Crackhead were high since their birth. Born from a lioness that had spent her whole life in the pride, they were the outcome of Dawn’s Valiant Myth’s frenzied breedings to produce an heir.
His mother, Carrier of Storms, was a failed attempt at breeding a piebald but unlike her brother, she was kept and welcomed. The young lioness had bred two cubs this time, one being Crackhead and the other, which was much less out of the ordinary, Purple Drank. Though it was known that it was only a possibility that they could inherit the pride, Crackhead seemed like they were up to the task.
Carrier of Storms sat down after a long day of grooming herself and others, suddenly excited at the idea that she’d be able to lie down and relax for once.
Alas, she was perturbed.
“Mom,” Crackhead pounced on her tail, “is it true that I’ll be the heir?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “maybe.”
“But don’t get too excited,” Purple Drank quipped.
“I’m sure they won’t,” her mother smiled.
Crackhead settled down, nestling in their mother’s paws. Purple Drank, meanwhile, pranced around the den for a bit before finally dozing off.