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Belongs to Alderstar 🐾's Pride
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1Dustfall

"Heir "

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Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 103 Speed 146
Stamina 132 Smarts 101
Agility 100 Skill 56
Total Stats: 638


Lion Currents
Age 7 years, 2 months old
Hunger
15%
Mood
100%
Sex Male
Personality
Chivalrous (Good)
Breeding Info
Father Zerren (Deceased) Mother Achrom (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Demiurge (Dusky Skin) Slot 1: Ivory Unders (54%) Tier 3
Slot 2: White Undershine (69%) Tier 3
Slot 3: White Marbled Unders (100%) Tier 1
Slot 4: White Tip Toe (23%) Tier 3
Slot 5: White Inverted Brawl (70%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Vitiligo 8 (100%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Feline 1 Onyx (42%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Onyx Face (70%) Tier 1
Slot 11: Onyx Tail Carving (9%) Tier 1


This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot:
13
Genetics Black Medium Solid Special
Eyes Sodalite
Mane Type Heavy
Mane Color Celestial
Mutation Primal (Ferus)
Marking Slots
11
Equipped Decorations
Reflection Pool

Above
Celestial Detritus
Ferus Shawl: SilverCustom Decor
Fireflies

Below
Celestials: Southern Cross - Tree
Lion Spirit
Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols 245 Total Stats Gained 451 Total Items Gained 117


Biography
Feline 8 elysian
Onyx Tail Carving (Slot 11), Feline 5 Ebony (Slot 13).
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Leopardstar’s eyes raked the primal cub in its cold gaze. Yes, this freak would be a worthy successor - he would train this cub to be just as evil as he was, loyal only to him, and take over many, many prides.
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Dustpaw lay down after another exhausting day of training. His previous pride had been kind to him, and he had barely been prepared for this new leader to drive him quite so hard. His mane had hardly grown it, if it would ever, and already his body was covered with scars. ‘Show no mercy’ were the words that kept rattling in Dustpaw’s mind.

That’s not right, Dustpaw thought, closing his eyes.

When Dustpaw opened his eyes, he saw stars and to his horror, a vaguely lion-shaped ray of light flickering in and out of existence. He turned, fur bristling, preparing to run away, before a voice that sounded strangely fatherly kept him from bolting.

“Don’t be afraid,” called the strange spirit. He padded up alongside the primal adolescent, and Dustpaw realised how much he dwarfed this stranger. However, his eyes were kind, shining with the light of the heavens. Dustpaw slowly felt the fur on his back lying flat again.

“I am Sunstar,” said the stranger. “I was the leader of LionClan before Leopardstar... betrayed me, and took over. Don’t listen to her. Don’t trust her as I did once.” Sunstar sighed, closing his eyes, as if the memory was too painful for him to bear. “Remember, Dustpaw. Remember who you are, and what you truly believe in.”

At that, Sunstar faded. Dustpaw sprang to his feet, wanting to beg the spirit to stay, but he was gone with nothing but a gust of wind to hint he had ever been there.





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