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Belongs to Makalo's Pride
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Omola

This lioness is pregnant! She will give birth in 1 real life day. She has been bred to Makalo (#502746). She has a nest and will give birth safely. She cannot hunt while nesting.

Lion Stats
Experience	8007 / 8910 (89%)
Level	10
Strength	58	Speed	51
Stamina	69	Smarts	64
Agility	67	Skill	30
Born With:	151	Total Stats:	339

Lion Currents
Age	9 years, 7 months old
Hunger	79%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Gentle (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Ouroboros (Deceased)	Mother	Qaysah	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	2 days ago	Fertility	Good (83%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Deira (Tan Skin)	Slot 2: White Mottled Vents (64%) Tier 6
Genetics	Golden Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Katanga
Mane Color	Cloudburst
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Clean Lake

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	86	Successful Hunts	86	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Generation 2 \| Clean Heritage In the vast landscape, under the golden sun, Omola, the gentle lioness, padded silently through the tall grass. Her brother, Owethu, followed closely, their shadows dancing together. They were part of the Avatar pride, a family bound by unspoken bonds and shared territory. Omola stretched languidly, her blue eyes half-closed. Dew clung to the tall grass, shimmering like a thousand tiny diamonds. She rose, her movements fluid and graceful, a ripple of tawny fur against the vibrant landscape. A playful nudge from a nearby cub sent a soft rumble through her chest. She gently licked the cub's head, then turned her attention to the herd of zebras grazing in the distance. Her gaze was not predatory, but observant, filled with a quiet contentment. Later, she shared a kill with a younger, less fortunate lioness, a silent act of generosity in the harsh beauty of the wilderness sun.

Biography

Generation 2 | Clean Heritage
In the vast landscape, under the golden sun, Omola, the gentle lioness, padded silently through the tall grass. Her brother, Owethu, followed closely, their shadows dancing together. They were part of the Avatar pride, a family bound by unspoken bonds and shared territory.

Omola stretched languidly, her blue eyes half-closed. Dew clung to the tall grass, shimmering like a thousand tiny diamonds. She rose, her movements fluid and graceful, a ripple of tawny fur against the vibrant landscape. A playful nudge from a nearby cub sent a soft rumble through her chest.

She gently licked the cub's head, then turned her attention to the herd of zebras grazing in the distance. Her gaze was not predatory, but observant, filled with a quiet contentment. Later, she shared a kill with a younger, less fortunate lioness, a silent act of generosity in the harsh beauty of the wilderness sun.

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