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Punk

Lion Stats
Experience	1509 / 24750 (6%)
Level	16
Strength	237	Speed	206
Stamina	204	Smarts	169
Agility	195	Skill	71
Total Stats:		1082

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 8 months old
Hunger	13%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Hyperactive (Snarky)

Breeding Info
Father	Zenaida (Deceased)	Mother	Dalton (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (14)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Bushveld (Tawny Skin)	Slot 1: White Inverted Squabble (66%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Hirola Carving (69%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Golden Half (56%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Under Silky 6 (20%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Feline 1 Onyx (82%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Saffron Pelage (38%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Royal Underfelt (31%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Fallow Shroud (50%) Tier 0 Slot 10: Chatoyant Margay (72%) Tier 3
Genetics	Golden Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Richat
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Amber
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
[GE - Cambodia] Angkor Wat Above Leaf Tail Piece Glorious Mane [Light] Lab Test Frog Goat Horns [Light] Elephant Ear Umbrella Ancient Lion Mask Leaf Corsage

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	0	Explore Steps Taken	12957	NPCs Defeated	579
Lions Sent Away	0	Lions Killed	5

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 225 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% fertility to breed. This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week. * Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects. * Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 225 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week.

* Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects.

* Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Biography
The 12th Bushveld in the game MY KING USES HE/THEY PRONOUNS The lion arrived in the pride at 11 months old. He was found by CrimsonNightmares while the sub-male was out patrolling, CrimsonNightmares was journeying through the marshlands. He suddenly stumbled, crashing into the swampy water. A mewling was heard from behind him, CrimsonNightmares ears raised as he listened closely. He heard a slightly weaker meow coming from the pile of mud he had kicked up while tripping. He immediately dived into the pile of mud, searching for whatever was making that sound. He felt fur in his claws, shoving his muzzle deep into the pile of mud, he felt scruff. He pulled hard, sending the mud-covered lion sliding across the grass. CrimsonNightmares hackles raised. A low growl raised from his throat as he realized it was an older cub, a male. The cub tried to shake the mud off his fur, not noticing the bigger, stronger, and older lion that was slowly creeping towards him. The cubs' whiskers, ears, and eyes were covered or clogged with mud. This blocked the cubs' senses from being aware of CrimsonNightmares. "What do you think you are doing?" CrimsonNightmares's deep voice startled the young lion, sending him shooting up in fear. As the cub stared at the bigger lion, he let out what was supposed to be a growl. It sounded more like a dying house cat. Both the cub and CrimsonNightmares froze, their eyes locked. CrimsonNightmares stifled a laugh at the young lion. "What are you laughing at?!" The cub growled to the older lion, "Don't make me attack you!" This only made CrimsonNightmares burst out in laughter. All of the aggression left CrimsonNightmares. "What is a young lion like you doing out here?" CrimsonNightmares looked the cub up and down, a lot of the mud had fallen off, revealing his true fur color. It was an odd green goldish. The cub did not respond to CrimsonNightmares' question. "Well, what is wrong with your fur?" CrimsonNightmares tilted his head, "Is it stained by the swamp mud?" https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794140737508 CrimsonNightmares https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794141464375 Abene

Biography

The 12th Bushveld in the game

MY KING USES HE/THEY PRONOUNS

The lion arrived in the pride at 11 months old. He was found by CrimsonNightmares while the sub-male was out patrolling, CrimsonNightmares was journeying through the marshlands. He suddenly stumbled, crashing into the swampy water. A mewling was heard from behind him, CrimsonNightmares ears raised as he listened closely. He heard a slightly weaker meow coming from the pile of mud he had kicked up while tripping. He immediately dived into the pile of mud, searching for whatever was making that sound. He felt fur in his claws, shoving his muzzle deep into the pile of mud, he felt scruff. He pulled hard, sending the mud-covered lion sliding across the grass. CrimsonNightmares hackles raised. A low growl raised from his throat as he realized it was an older cub, a male. The cub tried to shake the mud off his fur, not noticing the bigger, stronger, and older lion that was slowly creeping towards him. The cubs' whiskers, ears, and eyes were covered or clogged with mud. This blocked the cubs' senses from being aware of CrimsonNightmares. "What do you think you are doing?" CrimsonNightmares's deep voice startled the young lion, sending him shooting up in fear. As the cub stared at the bigger lion, he let out what was supposed to be a growl. It sounded more like a dying house cat. Both the cub and CrimsonNightmares froze, their eyes locked. CrimsonNightmares stifled a laugh at the young lion. "What are you laughing at?!" The cub growled to the older lion, "Don't make me attack you!" This only made CrimsonNightmares burst out in laughter. All of the aggression left CrimsonNightmares.

"What is a young lion like you doing out here?" CrimsonNightmares looked the cub up and down, a lot of the mud had fallen off, revealing his true fur color. It was an odd green goldish. The cub did not respond to CrimsonNightmares' question. "Well, what is wrong with your fur?" CrimsonNightmares tilted his head, "Is it stained by the swamp mud?"

https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794140737508 CrimsonNightmares
https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794141464375 Abene

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