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Belongs to Elmstar's Former Pride

Mottlefoot

"Labradorite"

Lion Stats
Experience	8620 / 11000 (78%)
Level	11
Strength	95	Speed	90
Stamina	101	Smarts	120
Agility	69	Skill	31
Total Stats:		506

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Rebellious (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	.𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻. (Deceased)	Mother	Rushmist	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	14 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Labradorite (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 2: Feline 4 Maroon (92%) Tier 5 Slot 3: Sunset Lace (40%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Frostbitten Inverted Quagga (68%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Onyx Marozi (34%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Lycaon Heavy Inverted Onyx (71%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Feline 7 Ebony (75%) Tier 5
Genetics	Golden Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Dawn
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Reflection Pool Above Union Horns Scar: Belly Scratch Scar: Front Leg Left Scar: Hip Scar: Shoulder Shiny Rock Right Triple Eyebrow Piercing [Purple] Shiny Rock Right Eyebrow Piercing [Purple] Shiny Rock Left Eyebrow Piercing [Pink] Cat's Whiskers Fir Leaf Skirt [Green] Celestials: King of the North Star Duat Shifter - Sailors of the Sun-Bark

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	101	Successful Hunts	99	Success Rate	98%

Biography
You ask Mottlepaw if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat. You come up to Mottlefoot and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight. Mottlefoot huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow!

Biography

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

You come up to Mottlefoot and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight.

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

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