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Belongs to 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐞's Pride
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Night In The Snow

"-EXILE- "Curse me.""

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 12 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	172	Speed	214
Stamina	159	Smarts	196
Agility	128	Skill	1
Total Stats:		870

Lion Currents
Age	3 years, 4 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	78%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Distrustful (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Rapture	Mother	Vanhelding	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	11 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Desolate (Ink Skin)	Slot 1: Sidereal Points (40%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Under White 4 (67%) Tier 0 Slot 7: Water Hyacinth Margay (36%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Feline 5 Lilac (46%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Amber
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Astral
Mutation	Patches (Murky)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Angsty Facemask [Grey] Faux Mohawk: Striped Hyena Leather Collar

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
"Tell your god that like him, I choose to burn out rather than fade away." - from the best show ever The adolescent stared at the Mountain lions supported by the stone of their beloved home, a reluctant growl rising in her throat. Fearfully she leapt forward with her paws slipping clumsily over the rough surface, adding to the mosaic of scrapes on her coat. She had come in search of shelter after being exiled from the Desert wanderers. The very name stung her eyes with grief. The Mountain dwellers didn't need to know of her exile, though. She could always lie and say the desert sent her as a gift. 'May I see Phorusracidae?' (I LOVE LOVE LOVE PLS AAAAA TY FANCY I LVOE U)

Biography

"Tell your god that like him, I choose to burn out rather than fade away." - from the best show ever

The adolescent stared at the Mountain lions supported by the stone of their beloved home, a reluctant growl rising in her throat. Fearfully she leapt forward with her paws slipping clumsily over the rough surface, adding to the mosaic of scrapes on her coat.
She had come in search of shelter after being exiled from the Desert wanderers. The very name stung her eyes with grief. The Mountain dwellers didn't need to know of her exile, though. She could always lie and say the desert sent her as a gift.
'May I see Phorusracidae?'

(I LOVE LOVE LOVE PLS AAAAA TY FANCY I LVOE U)

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