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Belongs to Kira Nerys's Former Pride

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Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	219	Speed	177
Stamina	190	Smarts	234
Agility	211	Skill	112
Total Stats:		1143

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Male
Personality	Unscrupulous (Evil)

Breeding Info
Father	Think Lovely Thoughts (Deceased)	Mother	Jasmine (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Liver (Black Skin)	Slot 2: Aufeis Coat (18%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Lilac Points (52%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Feline 6 Onyx (41%) Tier 2 Slot 7: White Lace (52%) Tier 2 Slot 8: White Mottled Fissures (92%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Vitiligo 4 (50%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Nuummite
Mutation	Melanism
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Pōwehi Above Wadjet Bracelets Stardust

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	534	Total Stats Gained	1052	Total Items Gained	263

Biography
🖤 melanistic tree cub.. mine first ever mela 😭💗 Your paws get weak as you approach Night with its shattered teeth to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh. As you survey your pride lands before you, Night with its shattered teeth comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind. Pacing behind the lionesses, Night with its shattered teeth seemed like one of their shadows. Except that this shadow turned to grin at you. Creepy, but cool. You found Night with its shattered teeth lying in the shade, panting. Their fur seeming to radiate with heat in the sun. You close your eyes and remember the shaman's guidance. You start whispering, and the whispers echo back in your mind, slowly turning into newly formed words from the ancestors. You receive 🌑's blessing; after which the spirits fade away. (You got a Fossil Fur!)

Biography

🖤

melanistic tree cub.. mine first ever mela 😭💗

Your paws get weak as you approach Night with its shattered teeth to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh.

As you survey your pride lands before you, Night with its shattered teeth comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind.

Pacing behind the lionesses, Night with its shattered teeth seemed like one of their shadows. Except that this shadow turned to grin at you. Creepy, but cool.

You found Night with its shattered teeth lying in the shade, panting. Their fur seeming to radiate with heat in the sun.

You close your eyes and remember the shaman's guidance. You start whispering, and the whispers echo back in your mind, slowly turning into newly formed words from the ancestors. You receive 🌑's blessing; after which the spirits fade away. (You got a Fossil Fur!)

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