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𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘵

Lion Stats
Experience	9750 / 5390 (100%)
Level	8
Strength	143	Speed	111
Stamina	152	Smarts	149
Agility	113	Skill	1
Total Stats:		669

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Rectur (Deceased)	Mother	𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	23 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (26%)	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sphinx (Pale Skin)	Slot 1: Noctis Quarter Spotting (24%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Under Silky 1 (70%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Feline 5 Elysian (65%) Tier 5 Slot 6: White Underfur (45%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Under White 4 (35%) Tier 0 Slot 9: Feline 2 Elysian (23%) Tier 5 Slot 10: Hyena Spots Scarce White (49%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Mist
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	White
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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

Biography
bastet when you first step foot in the cave, this lioness immediately caught her eye. every time she moves even slightly, her pelt glitters in the low lighting, giving her an almost angelic appearance. you gather the courage to talk to her, striding over and puffing up your mane to look more handsome. however, your attempt is only met with contempt and disdain. "who do you think you are, strutting in here and acting like you own the place?" the lioness snarls coldly, now standing up and brandishing her claws. "get the hell out of here before i flay your pelt and put it up on the wall as decoration for the cubs to enjoy." yikes. you take that as your cue to leave.

Biography

bastet

when you first step foot in the cave, this lioness immediately caught her eye. every time she moves even slightly, her pelt glitters in the low lighting, giving her an almost angelic appearance.
you gather the courage to talk to her, striding over and puffing up your mane to look more handsome. however, your attempt is only met with contempt and disdain.

"who do you think you are, strutting in here and acting like you own the place?" the lioness snarls coldly, now standing up and brandishing her claws. "get the hell out of here before i flay your pelt and put it up on the wall as decoration for the cubs to enjoy."

yikes. you take that as your cue to leave.

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