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Belongs to Dal's Former Pride

Rain

Mane Fluffy

Lion Stats
Experience	9768 / 13310 (73%)
Level	12
Strength	53	Speed	61
Stamina	76	Smarts	65
Agility	73	Skill	14
Total Stats:		342

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Rebellious (Evil)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻 (Deceased)	Mother	Dusty	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (17%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Demiurge (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Onyx Points (63%) Tier 1 Slot 2: White Dorsum (72%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Bloodbourne Dapple (28%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Under Golden 8 (48%) Tier 0 Slot 5: White Ends (74%) Tier 1 Slot 6: White Venter (65%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Feline 6 Elysian (75%) Tier 5 Slot 9: White Inverted Brawl (42%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Dioptase
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Rhodonite
Mutation	Mane Fluffy
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	38	Successful Hunts	38	Success Rate	100%

Biography
1/4 Demiurge Mane Fluffy Muties <3 - Used a CRB and GMO cow - Added RMA (Under Golden) You were listening to your pride mate's hunting plans when Rain flopped on your face. Ah, great, cub butt everywhere. So much cub butt. Whining all the way through, Rain managed to chase pesky rodents out of your den, as you asked her to! After a moment of eager nuzzling, you noticed Rain’s long fur standing up and poofing out. She rolled her eyes when you started laughing. Rain huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow! You playfully stuck a feather into the fur on Rain’s head. She laughed and asked how she looked. Quite elegant, really. You ask Rain if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat.

Biography

1/4 Demiurge Mane Fluffy Muties <3
- Used a CRB and GMO cow
- Added RMA (Under Golden)

You were listening to your pride mate's hunting plans when Rain flopped on your face. Ah, great, cub butt everywhere. So much cub butt.

Whining all the way through, Rain managed to chase pesky rodents out of your den, as you asked her to!

After a moment of eager nuzzling, you noticed Rain’s long fur standing up and poofing out. She rolled her eyes when you started laughing.

Rain huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow!

You playfully stuck a feather into the fur on Rain’s head. She laughed and asked how she looked. Quite elegant, really.

You ask Rain if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat.

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