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Belongs to Legoshi's Pride
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cuppa joe

"passed - 1"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 11 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	270 / 3960 (6%)
Level	7
Strength	9	Speed	9
Stamina	8	Smarts	10
Agility	8	Skill	5
Total Stats:		49

Lion Currents
Age	9 years, 4 months old
Hunger	60%
Mood	85%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Curious (Kind)

Breeding Info
Father	Okeanus (Deceased)	Mother	greg	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	12 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Black (Tan Skin)	Slot 1: Almond Cover (100%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Spice Dapple (50%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Chocolate Wisp (70%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Darken Black (100%) Tier 1 Slot 5: Fallow Shimmer (100%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Mottled Rosette (100%) Tier 5 Slot 7: Black Marozi (70%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Almond Unders (100%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Seal Mantle (30%) Tier 1 Slot 10: White Underfelt (100%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Earth
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Fallow
Mutation	Leopon
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Brumous Cold Morning Above Lab Test Frog

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

Biography
She/her When joe blinked open her tiny eyes for the first time, she was met with a solid wall of golden fur. Suddenly, joe was overcome with an intense feeling of warmth, of security. Of love. She was the only cub to survive in her litter, but she was still incredibly small, even for a leopon. She nuzzled deeper into the golden fur and yawned. "Joe," a soft voice called to her; somehow, she understood that this was her name, gifted to her by someone else as a sign of love. "Have you finally opened your eyes?" The wall of fur was really her mother, greg. The older leopon chuffed at joe, beginning to wash her head. Joe squeaked but didn't wriggle away; she bumped her head against greg lovingly, because greg was her home. - my own gregling <3 so happy to have you, never for sale

Biography

She/her

When joe blinked open her tiny eyes for the first time, she was met with a solid wall of golden fur. Suddenly, joe was overcome with an intense feeling of warmth, of security. Of love. She was the only cub to survive in her litter, but she was still incredibly small, even for a leopon. She nuzzled deeper into the golden fur and yawned.

"Joe," a soft voice called to her; somehow, she understood that this was her name, gifted to her by someone else as a sign of love. "Have you finally opened your eyes?" The wall of fur was really her mother, greg. The older leopon chuffed at joe, beginning to wash her head. Joe squeaked but didn't wriggle away; she bumped her head against greg lovingly, because greg was her home.
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my own gregling <3 so happy to have you, never for sale

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