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Murk

Piebald (Ticked)

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 17 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	6366 / 24750 (25%)
Level	16
Strength	143	Speed	151
Stamina	156	Smarts	116
Agility	143	Skill	71
Total Stats:		780

Lion Currents
Age	12 years, 6 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Candycane I (Deceased)	Mother	Naninha (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	6 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (25%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Onyx (Black Skin)	Slot 4: Cream Ghost Feralis (33%) Tier 6 Slot 5: Labradorite Mesh (25%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Cream Tuxedo (8%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Murk Crackle (51%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Pulsar Margay (15%) Tier 5 This lion has 4 markings hidden on the following slots: 13, 14, 15, 16
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Uncommon
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	Piebald (Ticked)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Clean Lake Above Ascension Night Heron Burchell's Courser Jacana Leaf Crown

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	203	Successful Hunts	203	Success Rate	100%

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub

Biography
Murk watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane. You and Murk got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle. Murk slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day. You greet Murk and ask her how she is. She informs you that she is FANTASMIC, and she is ABSOLUTELY fine with not getting a share of the last meal. Really.

Biography

Murk watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.
You and Murk got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle.
Murk slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day.
You greet Murk and ask her how she is. She informs you that she is FANTASMIC, and she is ABSOLUTELY fine with not getting a share of the last meal. Really.

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