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Belongs to Faiv's Pride
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Lost in Love

GLCS 3M Clean Gon G5"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 7 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	100 / 1760 (5%)
Level	5
Strength	7	Speed	5
Stamina	6	Smarts	6
Agility	7	Skill	1
Total Stats:		32

Lion Currents
Age	11 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Soft (Kind)

Breeding Info
Father	Plum Blossoms In Snow (Deceased)	Mother	White Valentines	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	16 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (4)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Peach (Tan Skin)	Slot 2: Vitiligo 8 (82%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Lilac Crackle (60%) Tier 2 Slot 10: White Venter (75%) Tier 3
Genetics	Golden Light Countershaded Special
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	Tigon
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Born on July 20th! You gently squeeze your lion's cheeks! Peachy! Lost in Love noticed your mane was looking a bit dirty and tangled, so she offered to groom it for you. You quickly declined, saying you'll take care of it later on your own. You still had a bald spot from the last time Lost in Love cleaned you with their barbed tongue. After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Lost in Love walked up to you and looked offended at your inability to hunt your own meal. You explained that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. Lost in Love turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What? You ran up and greeted Lost in Love happily. Oops, you also knocked her over with your gleeful shoulder-nudge. Ah well, she just fell over giggling and flailing.

Biography

Born on July 20th!

You gently squeeze your lion's cheeks! Peachy!

Lost in Love noticed your mane was looking a bit dirty and tangled, so she offered to groom it for you. You quickly declined, saying you'll take care of it later on your own. You still had a bald spot from the last time Lost in Love cleaned you with their barbed tongue.

After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Lost in Love walked up to you and looked offended at your inability to hunt your own meal. You explained that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. Lost in Love turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What?

You ran up and greeted Lost in Love happily. Oops, you also knocked her over with your gleeful shoulder-nudge. Ah well, she just fell over giggling and flailing.

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