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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Issa - Achromia

Achromia"

Lion Stats
Experience	16221 / 58190 (27%)
Level	24
Strength	243	Speed	219
Stamina	206	Smarts	224
Agility	202	Skill	142
Total Stats:		1236

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 2 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Nurturing (Good)

Breeding Info
Father	Shattered Ice (Deceased)	Mother	A u r e l i a	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	22 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Albino (White Skin)	Slot 2: Ice Cover (31%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Ice Undershine (96%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Glacial Frosting (93%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Arctic Rogue (94%) Tier 3 Slot 8: White Marbled Unders (94%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Cherry Glaze (46%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Storm
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Ardor
Mutation	Achromia
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	586	Successful Hunts	580	Success Rate	98%

Biography
Just when you thought you were safe, I s s a stalked you down in the middle of your evening patrol and demanded that you let her groom away that cowlick in your mane, all in the name of "training". I s s a initiated a race with her mother and won - her self-proposed reward was an hour of cuddles. I s s a wrestled briefly with their pridemate until they had them pinned and then began to groom their face, much to their pridemate's chagrin. I s s a was enthusiastic about the race at first until she noticed her pridemate had a thorn stuck in their paw. Concerned, she went back to help them remove it and coax them to a safe spot in the shade to rest. Other lions in your pride used to tease I s s a about their weird appearance, until they started a rumor that they were favored by the spirits. Nobody wanted to mess with that.

Biography

Just when you thought you were safe, I s s a stalked you down in the middle of your evening patrol and demanded that you let her groom away that cowlick in your mane, all in the name of "training".
I s s a initiated a race with her mother and won - her self-proposed reward was an hour of cuddles.
I s s a wrestled briefly with their pridemate until they had them pinned and then began to groom their face, much to their pridemate's chagrin.
I s s a was enthusiastic about the race at first until she noticed her pridemate had a thorn stuck in their paw. Concerned, she went back to help them remove it and coax them to a safe spot in the shade to rest.

Other lions in your pride used to tease I s s a about their weird appearance, until they started a rumor that they were favored by the spirits. Nobody wanted to mess with that.

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