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Little Pistol

"Traits of 04.09.21 + 06.16.23"

Lion Stats
Cub Training	83%
Level	1
Strength	26	Speed	14
Stamina	14	Smarts	15
Agility	20	Skill	11
Total Stats:		100

Lion Currents
Age	1 year, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Wary (Kind)

Breeding Info
Father	𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 🍊	Mother	Everything Stays	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Never	Fertility	Good (83%)	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sulphur (Fallow Skin)	Slot 1: Feline 7 Fiery (84%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Fiery Crackle (27%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Tangor Panther (33%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Tangor Rogue (6%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Feline 3 Fiery (27%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Feline 6 Ginger (100%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Tangor Dorsal Line (93%) Tier 2 Slot 10: White Underfelt (91%) Tier 2
Genetics	Golden Light Solid Rare
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Incubus
Mane Color	Fiery
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Biography
Up on my side, where it is felt I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt I think it might be fear Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid Under the skin, against the skull They put a little chip so that they know it all I think I might be scared Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid And how it gets in the way And now I want brimstone in my garden I want roses set on fire And I, well I want what's best for me And I, I think I know just what that means Just what that means Today I coo, today I caw I have a pistol party and I kill 'em all I think I might be scared Of the man and the men with their hands inside And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry And I, well I lose my mind I lose my mind I lose my mind I lose my mind And now I found brimstone in my garden I found roses set on fire And I found Jesus, what a liar So I trade licks with Muddy Waters And I, well I found what's best for me And now I see no tragedy And I, well I found a burning rose And now I won't be packing little pistols No, no, no more

Biography

Up on my side, where it is felt
I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt
I think it might be fear
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid

Under the skin, against the skull
They put a little chip so that they know it all
I think I might be scared
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid
And how it gets in the way

And now I want brimstone in my garden
I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what's best for me
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means

Today I coo, today I caw
I have a pistol party and I kill 'em all
I think I might be scared
Of the man and the men with their hands inside
And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry
And I, well I lose my mind

I lose my mind
I lose my mind
I lose my mind

And now I found brimstone in my garden
I found roses set on fire
And I found Jesus, what a liar
So I trade licks with Muddy Waters

And I, well I found what's best for me
And now I see no tragedy
And I, well I found a burning rose
And now I won't be packing little pistols
No, no, no more

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