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Big Chick Energy

"Trying to resist making green"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	5	Speed	7
Stamina	7	Smarts	7
Agility	13	Skill	15
Total Stats:		54

Lion Currents
Age	12 years, 10 months old
Hunger	30%
Mood	80%
Sex	Male
Personality	Self-Absorbed (Evil)

Breeding Info
Father	Pivotal Point (Deceased)	Mother	Maroon (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Cremello (Apricot Skin)	Slot 8: Feline 9 Maroon (100%) Tier 5 Slot 9: Quartz Belly (30%) Tier 0 Slot 10: White Blaze (59%) Tier 0
Genetics	Red Light Solid Common
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Rhino
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Hen Mask Boschveld Chicken Faiyumi Chicken

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	15	Total Stats Gained	26	Total Items Gained	3

Biography
You double-take as you come to the edge of the territory, the king trotting beside you. Your ears lower. Is that--? You drop into a hunting crouch, all too ready to spring at the large, tasty bird you see before you. You wiggle your rump, licking your lips. That's when a snarl rings out, and you stumble back from the frantically squawking chicken. An even bigger chicken, bigger than you've ever seen, lumbers forward. It opens its beak and- roars? No, that's no chicken. You can smell it now. Hints of lion, beneath the scent of dirt and feathers. At your side, you hear Sab give a low chuckle. "Hey," he says softly, "don't mind him. He's a bird-brain." His voice shakes with trying to hold back laughter. Both you and the chicken-lion grunt, not impressed. // "You approach Big Chick Energy as he cleans his private parts with leg up high. He does not stop when he sees you and you feel awkward when he says your name with his tongue on THAT place." "When you come to say hi, Big Chick Energy asks how his whiskers are looking today, they're so curly lately!"

Biography

You double-take as you come to the edge of the territory, the king trotting beside you. Your ears lower. Is that--? You drop into a hunting crouch, all too ready to spring at the large, tasty bird you see before you. You wiggle your rump, licking your lips. That's when a snarl rings out, and you stumble back from the frantically squawking chicken.

An even bigger chicken, bigger than you've ever seen, lumbers forward. It opens its beak and- roars? No, that's no chicken. You can smell it now. Hints of lion, beneath the scent of dirt and feathers. At your side, you hear Sab give a low chuckle.

"Hey," he says softly, "don't mind him. He's a bird-brain."

His voice shakes with trying to hold back laughter. Both you and the chicken-lion grunt, not impressed.

//

"You approach Big Chick Energy as he cleans his private parts with leg up high. He does not stop when he sees you and you feel awkward when he says your name with his tongue on THAT place."

"When you come to say hi, Big Chick Energy asks how his whiskers are looking today, they're so curly lately!"

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