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Belongs to Lyain l'Ombre →'s Pride
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Molly

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 18 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
6560 / 11000 (59%)
Level 11
Strength 46 Speed 29
Stamina 46 Smarts 47
Agility 33 Skill 49
Total Stats: 250


Lion Currents
Age 8 years, 4 months old
Hunger
20%
Mood
95%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Vain (Snarky)
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred 5 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Jet (Black Skin) Slot 1: Feline 1 Elysian (46%) Tier 5
Slot 3: Hyena Spots Heavy White (67%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Feline 6 Ebony (12%) Tier 5
Slot 9: Glacial Frosting (36%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes Pink
Mane Type Scarce
Mane Color Styx
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Abandoned Cemetery

Above
Shaman Headband
Shaman Shawl
Whispering Glow
Whispering Echoes
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 106 Successful Hunts 105 Success Rate 99%


Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Fudge
Biography
Molly peeks her head into the cave. She only sees one other lioness present, and so she quietly goes into an empty spot. Her catwalk does not go unnoticed. The other lioness is alerted and the fur all along her spine perks up. "Who is this?!" She snickers, looking around but not seeing anything.

"Don't make such a fuss, child." Molly snarks.

The other lioness goes silent. After a while, she starts to shift around and growl in frustration. Molly looks over from time to time and sighs "Learn to calm yourself. I see the commotion around you. Don't let them get to you, lest you lose your sanity." She says confidently with her nose up high.

..."you can see spirits, too?" She younger lioness hesitates and asks with uncertainty.

"But of course, for I am gifted." She scoffs and lays her head down on her paws. Her eyes close, but her mind keeps wandering back to the young lioness. "Perhaps.. we were fated. I shall teach you a thing or two."





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