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Miramoon

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 12 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	3240 / 3960 (81%)
Level	7
Strength	27	Speed	19
Stamina	22	Smarts	25
Agility	25	Skill	15
Total Stats:		133

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Moonstride (Deceased)	Mother	Mirage	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	11 days ago	Fertility	Good	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ebony (Apricot Skin)	Slot 6: Cinnabar Undertone (42%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Arctic Smoke (16%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Haunted Mirage (7%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Rare
Eyes	Yellow
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Shard
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
Miramoon doesn't want a nap. Doesn't NEED a nap. Which is what they are telling you. Crying. At the top of their lungs. Yeah. Sure. You carry the little bugger to bed. Miramoon watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane. Miramoon slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day. You and Miramoon got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle. You greet Miramoon and ask her how she is. She informs you that she is FANTASMIC, and she is ABSOLUTELY fine with not getting a share of the last meal. Really. Miramoon watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

Biography

Miramoon doesn't want a nap. Doesn't NEED a nap. Which is what they are telling you. Crying. At the top of their lungs. Yeah. Sure. You carry the little bugger to bed.

Miramoon watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

Miramoon slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day.

You and Miramoon got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle.

You greet Miramoon and ask her how she is. She informs you that she is FANTASMIC, and she is ABSOLUTELY fine with not getting a share of the last meal. Really.

Miramoon watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

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