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Belongs to Briarmoon's Pride
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Starlingspirit

"MEDICINE CAT OF DUSK "

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Lion Stats
Experience
533 / 990 (53%)
Level 4
Strength 24 Speed 31
Stamina 27 Smarts 41
Agility 29 Skill 11
Total Stats: 163


Lion Currents
Age 2 years, 10 months old
Hunger
20%
Mood
95%
Sex Male
Pose Evil
Personality
Hyperactive (Snarky)
Breeding Info
Father Tempeststorm Mother Dawnmoon View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Snowpard (Lagoon Skin) Slot 1: Dawn Margay (64%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Quartz Belly (40%) Tier 0
Slot 3: Bone Feline Unders (66%) Tier 1
Slot 4: Cimmerian Crackle (71%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Cimmerian Blaze (50%) Tier 1
Slot 7: White Mottled Fissures (100%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Hyena Stripes Heavy White (100%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Dawn Lace (7%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Aufeis Maofelis (100%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Light Countershaded Rare
Eyes Blue
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Astral
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
[D] Forest Thicket

Above
African Flower Ornaments [Plumbago]
Lab Test Frog
Spring Gentian
Shiny Rock Septum Ring [Blue]
Rough Opal Fang Extensions
Red Helleborine
Pearl and Flower Ornaments [Blue]
Fortnight Lily
Flowering Vine Necklace [True Blue Daisy]
Fairy Iris
Faux Mohawk: Striped Hyena
Herb Pouch
Butterfly Antennae - Orange Tiger
Celestial Wings [Top]
Celestial Detritus
Celestial Horn Crown
Impressed Adoree [Hibiscus]

Below
Kalahari Christmas Tree
Celestial Wings [Bottom]
Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols 20 Total Stats Gained 40 Total Items Gained 10


Biography
Starlingkit flexes her claws in a mewl. She slowly heaves herself up to the sun as her mother, Dawnmoon, pushes her back into the mossy nest.

Starlingpaw laid in camp, nothing to do, nothing to think about, just lay down and breathe.

Starlingspirit looked around, this wasn't Tempestclan territory. This was Duskclan. A odd fiery primal approached her, its stubby tail slashing. Its claws dripped with menace as it approached Tempeststorm, the odd coloured tom. She was led over to a camp, a starry camp.

The smell of vine, beautiful fresh flowers filled her nose as a stellar like being approached her. ' Hello... ' Its raspy, careless voice left its dry throat.





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