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Belongs to Jabalii's Pride
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Ghost

Melan

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	371	Speed	395
Stamina	368	Smarts	376
Agility	344	Skill	125
Total Stats:		1979

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 9 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Male
Personality	Loner (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Afua (Deceased)	Mother	Newly Claimed Lioness (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Chartreux (Black Skin)	Slot 3: Fiery Bottom (53%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Onyx Smoke (35%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Silver Paw Spotting (46%) Tier 1 Slot 7: White Mottled Vents (45%) Tier 6 Slot 9: Vitiligo 4 (45%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Sunset Feralis (45%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Olive
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Divine
Mutation	Melanism
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Abandoned Cemetery Above Shadow Feline Friend Shadow Creature Scar: White Eye Left Scar: White Eye Right Wildebeest Horns Ear Tufts [Onyx] Little Whisper Below Guardian Spirit

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	632	Total Stats Gained	1215	Total Items Gained	303

Biography
Pacing behind the lionesses, Ghost seemed like one of their shadows. Except that this shadow turned to grin at you. Creepy, but cool. Ghost was on guard duty all night, so he barely twitched and kept on snoring when you wandered over to greet him. You greet Ghost with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner. Ghost is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that? You found Ghost lying in the shade, panting. Their fur seeming to radiate with heat in the sun.

Biography

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

Ghost was on guard duty all night, so he barely twitched and kept on snoring when you wandered over to greet him.

You greet Ghost with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner.

Ghost is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that?

You found Ghost lying in the shade, panting. Their fur seeming to radiate with heat in the sun.

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