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Mora

"They/Them"

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This lioness will come into heat in 4 days.
Lion Stats
Experience
6814 / 7040 (96%)
Level 9
Strength 96 Speed 100
Stamina 102 Smarts 105
Agility 81 Skill 26
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 510
Lion Currents
Age 14 years old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Evil
Personality
Grumpy (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 92.307692307692%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Mukasa Mother Maja View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (2)
Appearance Markings
Base Acacia (Burnt Skin) Slot 1: Dark Brown Dinictis (65%) Tier 6
Slot 5: Feline 8 Ebony (34%) Tier 5
Slot 6: Sunset Lace (86%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (40%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Vitiligo 3 (34%) Tier 2
Genetics Red Dark Solid Rare
Eyes Malachite
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Bloodbath
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
[D] Ngorongoro

Above
Faux Atlas Mane [Bloody]
Scar: Cheek
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 64 Successful Hunts 64 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Mora (previously named Murtagh, then Morzan), is the firstborn cub in Maja’s final litter, along with their littermate Selika. Mora grew up using he/him pronouns, but never felt like any of their brothers and cousins. They were an angry little cub, mad at the world, and at themself.

As an adult, Mora chose a new name and adopted they/them pronouns. They are still selfish and quick to anger, but find some peace in finding their authentic self. They enjoy both patrolling the borders with the guards, as well as hunting with the lionesses.

~ Mora wants to show off how tough they are. You hide your laughter as they practice their best roars and snarls. It's so cute, you can't handle it.

~You find Mora sniffling sadly. It turns out, they got pushed away from the carcass by the others and now they're hungry. Poor little one! You scrounge up some leftover scraps for them, and they are delighted.

~ Mora snorts a greeting as you pass, then returns to grumbling over some tweeting birds nearby.

~You gleefully lead your pride to a fresh zebra carcass to feed. Mora huffs at you. Zebra...again? Ugh. 3x

~You wanted to tussle with Mora, but they refused. They had a headache and just wanted to sleep. Ah well, maybe next time. 3x

~You were sharing a chuckle with your pride mates when Mora mumbled at all of you to shut up. Seems they thought it was funny, too.







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