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Belongs to ᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴇʟ's Former Pride

Carrisah

Lion Stats
Experience	1540 / 1760 (87%)
Level	5
Strength	19	Speed	17
Stamina	20	Smarts	27
Agility	32	Skill	31
Total Stats:		146

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 2 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Modest (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	9 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Anjeer (Red Skin)	Slot 2: Cherry Undershine (97%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Ardor Shepherd (75%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Ice Glaze (46%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Ardor Feline Unders (52%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Ice Cover (91%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Feline 9 Elysian (79%) Tier 5
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Divine
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Carrisah, was, she thought, the most unremarkable of the pride. She was happy to simply stay that way, and care for the many cubs that would cycle through the pride, never caring much for the kings or queens that lead it; Her heart was with caring for others. But nearing the end of her life, one of her last litters bore a gift that made her something special. The mother of the first nepheline born to Eremiel. After a blissful pregnancy, Carrisah is surprised to find a tiny, squirming winged cub mewling amongst its more regular littermates. With wide eyes the lioness looks up at her Queen, who only lowers Herself down to purr at the litter. "They are all wonderful, Carrisah," She murmurs affectionately, and the mother cannot help but smile. "But this one, she has taken more after me than anticipated. She is a nepheline, my love. Give her a holy name. You have done me a great honor." Carrisah names the cub Penemue and shields her litter from the prying, curious eyes of the rest of the pride, licking her newborns with a stern warning glare to the others.

Biography

Carrisah, was, she thought, the most unremarkable of the pride. She was happy to simply stay that way, and care for the many cubs that would cycle through the pride, never caring much for the kings or queens that lead it; Her heart was with caring for others. But nearing the end of her life, one of her last litters bore a gift that made her something special. The mother of the first nepheline born to Eremiel.

After a blissful pregnancy, Carrisah is surprised to find a tiny, squirming winged cub mewling amongst its more regular littermates. With wide eyes the lioness looks up at her Queen, who only lowers Herself down to purr at the litter.

"They are all wonderful, Carrisah," She murmurs affectionately, and the mother cannot help but smile. "But this one, she has taken more after me than anticipated. She is a nepheline, my love. Give her a holy name. You have done me a great honor."

Carrisah names the cub Penemue and shields her litter from the prying, curious eyes of the rest of the pride, licking her newborns with a stern warning glare to the others.

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