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Belongs to Hashima's Pride
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Sharp'watcher

"Guardian

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	46	Speed	62
Stamina	59	Smarts	60
Agility	51	Skill	12
Total Stats:		290

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 3 months old
Hunger	100%
Mood	40%
Sex	Male
Personality	Forgiving (Good)

Breeding Info
Father	🌟 Galaxy 🌟 (Deceased)	Mother	Hypnos	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dark Brown (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 2: Under White 5 (17%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Blood Moon Mirage (45%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Lycaon Scarce Noctis (23%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Sunrise Vitiligo (71%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	Dwarfism
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	0	Total Stats Gained	0	Total Items Gained	0

Biography
"Stop following me." Sharpwatcher groaned to the small cub. He has promised his mother long ago to protect the lionesses in the sanctuary on her last breath. She was the sanctuaries founder, after all. "I need to be able to keep watch - and I can't do that with you constantly badgering me." "Don't be a grouch, Sharpwatcher!" The gray and white cub smiled up at him. Her yellow-amber eyes pierced his ferocious pink ones. "Besides, I know you'll protect us with all your might if something we're to ACTUALLY happen. Right?" He nodded but averted his gaze. The small cub was Graykit, soon to be apprentice of the sanctuary. They trained their young in case an attack were to ever occur. They wanted future generations to be able to protect themselves. "I'm not a grouch, I'm just doing my job." He responded curtly. "Besides, shouldn't you be with your mother, Mistdapple?" "Yes, but I'd much rather be with you!" Sharpwatcher sighed in contempt at the cubs proclamation. Graykit raced up and followed closely beside him as he continued his strides. "Is that so wrong?" "I suppose not." He flicked his tail and sat down, gazing at the cub lazily. He would allow this. For now.

Biography

"Stop following me." Sharpwatcher groaned to the small cub. He has promised his mother long ago to protect the lionesses in the sanctuary on her last breath. She was the sanctuaries founder, after all. "I need to be able to keep watch - and I can't do that with you constantly badgering me."

"Don't be a grouch, Sharpwatcher!" The gray and white cub smiled up at him. Her yellow-amber eyes pierced his ferocious pink ones. "Besides, I know you'll protect us with all your might if something we're to ACTUALLY happen. Right?"

He nodded but averted his gaze. The small cub was Graykit, soon to be apprentice of the sanctuary. They trained their young in case an attack were to ever occur. They wanted future generations to be able to protect themselves.

"I'm not a grouch, I'm just doing my job." He responded curtly. "Besides, shouldn't you be with your mother, Mistdapple?"

"Yes, but I'd much rather be with you!" Sharpwatcher sighed in contempt at the cubs proclamation. Graykit raced up and followed closely beside him as he continued his strides. "Is that so wrong?"

"I suppose not." He flicked his tail and sat down, gazing at the cub lazily.

He would allow this. For now.

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