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Belongs to Dawn’s Valiant Myth 's Pride
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Twilight’s Precious Flower

"Bree"

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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
2150 / 2750 (78%)
Level 6
Strength 71 Speed 78
Stamina 65 Smarts 98
Agility 73 Skill 11
Total Stats: 396


Lion Currents
Age 9 years, 6 months old
Hunger
40%
Mood
80%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Spontaneous (Neutral)
Breeding Info
Father .Riptide. Mother Into the Rave View Full Heritage
Last Bred 11 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Silver (White Skin) Slot 2: Blue Poinsettia Proteles Heavy (83%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Fuchsia Lace (88%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Pulsar Mottled Vents (57%) Tier 5
Slot 5: Blue Poinsettia Fawn (72%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Hyena Blots Heavy Noctis (90%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Haliotis Margay (53%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Lycaon Scarce Noctis (46%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes Grey
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Flamingo
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Scar: Shoulder
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 17 Successful Hunts 17 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Like playing pranks on people. Very close to Tuva and Hokoa (left the pride). Thinks of Dawn’s Valiant Myth as her father.
*As you come near, Twilight’s Precious Flower wakes up and yawns, then tries to sit on your back and go back to sleep, making you her pillow.
Snapshots

2yo
“So…” Bree
(She walks over to Tuva, and pounces on her friend. Tuva immediately retaliates, scratching her on the shoulder. Bree flinches, but kicks Tuva in the stomach, and the two of them look at each other, uncertain of what it was they just did.)

2y 6mo
(A tall, thin lion with no mane walks up to Hokoa. He looks at her, and smiles. His teeth and face are drenched in fresh blood. Hokoa smiles.)
“Are you sure you want to go with him? He seems… mysterious.” Bree
“Of course I want to go with him. Finally someone who shares my morals.” Hokoa
(Bree flops down, moping about how she only has one friend: Tuva. And Tuva’s busy taking care of her cub, so she’s all alone. Bree thinks about when they were cubs, playing with bugs, with not a care in the world. She is now surrounded by an odd sense of nostalgia.)





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