Debris

Debris is a strange lion. They were a travelling lion, of sorts. Never settled in one spot, too much to focus on. Their paws were always tired and wobbly from so much walking. They stumbled across Saltlick pride, deciding to settle in for a while. Something about how the salt was good for listening, or whatever they were going on about. Karm didn't seem to be listening to them.

Claimed they would see visions, whispers of future stories and bleak horizons. But they were always ignored. Broodmothers called them crazy, cubs called them stupid. They didn't care much.

Then they met Galactic, the tigon that resides here. Galactic would listen to Debris tell stories and ramble on. She would always be eager to play with them, or share a meal. She was a good friend, nice to be around. Debris didn't mind her company as much as the other lions; too loud and rude.

They felt a little bad they had nothing much to talk about, but they were happy to have a friend, either way. The two would ramble about constellations, and hidden kingdoms, or even just how a cloud looked like Karmroge's stinky face. They even shared a nest together. How nice of them.

Felt nice to finally have a home, and you get shiny rocks as a bonus. Debris was content for once.