Crumble

Got from the giving tree O-O






Dear Pride,

It has come to my attention that, despite my considerable contributions to this group, I may soon be sent away to join a new pride. And while, of course, change is inevitable and all that, I must admit I find this prospect most displeasing. Let’s not pretend that I haven’t earned my place here—those of you who know me well know that I’ve been nothing short of resourceful. Yes, I may be selective when it comes to sharing the best portions of a kill, but that’s a matter of principle. Why waste what’s precious? I’m not in the habit of being careless, and frankly, that’s something the new pride might need to understand if they expect me to adjust.

In any case, I suppose I’ll have to make do. But let’s be clear: if I am going to be relocated, I expect to be treated with the same respect I’ve earned here. I am no lesser than any of you, and I don’t intend to be overlooked in whatever pride I find myself in next. This stingy nature of mine isn’t something to be ridiculed, it’s a survival instinct—one that’s kept me sharp, focused, and alive for this long. If anyone can thrive in a new environment, it’s me. I won’t let the lack of familiarity disrupt my success. Though, I do admit, I’ll miss the comfort of the known.

It’s not my choice to leave, but such is the way of things. I don’t know if this new pride will be better or worse than what I have now, but I’ll make it work. And just so you know, any rumors of me being ‘difficult’ or ‘impossible to manage’ are simply exaggerated. I know how to keep my distance when needed, but you’d all be wise to remember just how much I’ve kept this pride in balance. I’m no fool. If this new journey must come, then so be it—but don't mistake it for something I do lightly.

Regards,
Crumble