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✧Jen✧

"Teardrop"

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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 14 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
2328 / 24750 (9%)
Level 16
Strength 126 Speed 127
Stamina 135 Smarts 127
Agility 100 Skill 59
Total Stats: 674


Lion Currents
Age 13 years, 1 month old
Hunger
0%
Mood
55%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Friendly (Neutral)
Breeding Info
Father 【ulla】 (Deceased) Mother Roshan View Full Heritage
Last Bred 9 days ago Fertility Very Low (6%) View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Teardrop (Pink Skin) Slot 4: Nimravus Gold (37%) Tier 6
Slot 9: Blue Dapple (64%) Tier 1
Genetics Cream Light Solid Rare
Eyes Dawn
Mane Type Royal
Mane Color Nacarat
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 243 Successful Hunts 195 Success Rate 80%


Biography
Dusk scattered across the plain Jen gazing around at the fading golden grass as she paced through her routine quick before relaxing into the softened dirt rolling on her side then her back swaying from side to side in efforts to scratch the right spot. A content purring noise rumbled from her chest as she dozed in and out of rest still comfy on her back. A plain and young male lion patrolled into her earshot, his thumbing paws gouging lumps of settled dirt as he makes his along the scent path Jen had left behind. As he broke through the hedge line Jen’s ears twitched alerting her to his presences, jolting herself to her paws. She remained calm and polite as she settled her nerves from being taken by surprise. The young male said nothing to her as his eye sight dropped from her to the imprint of where she had be at rest. He wondered his way to her spot nudging some of the broken long grass in attempts to make a nest like bed before plopping himself his jaw stretching from a long yawn for his weary patrol that day. He took one more good look at Jen making eye contact with her this time before flopping gracefully against the ground his mane shuffling from his swift movement, letting out a huff while he closed his eyes to sleep. Astonished, Jen sat for a moment to take in everything she just witnessed “What does he want?” “The audacity to barge into her space” she thought as she analyzed him from snout to tail. “He doesn’t seem all that bad and I am tired myself” after careful thought she decided it was her spot after all rising to her paws moving herself next to him rolling against him as she laid herself back into her spot, his warm soft fur a pleasant unexpected feeling a small smile broke across her muzzle closing her eyes to join his rest. The moon rising high as they sleep the night away together.





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