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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Yurnero {Chestnut/Wal/Mutt}

Lion Stats
Experience	50 / 110 (45%)
Level	2
Strength	180	Speed	149
Stamina	175	Smarts	172
Agility	162	Skill	5
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	843

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 10 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Modest (Neutral)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Lady Shendelzare	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	High (91%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Chestnut (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Lilac Rogue (100%) Tier 2 Slot 2: White Underfelt (90%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Under White 4 (95%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Fiery Undercover (60%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Tail Banding Onyx (91%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Leg Banding Onyx (67%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Gold Panther (100%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Vitiligo 1 (87%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Walnut
Mutation	Blind
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Embedded Chain Below Whisper [S] Snowball Plant Decor

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Daughter of Shendelzare & Joss After being thrown into exile by Yakul, Yurnero fled their pride lanes. Having lived their her whole life she could easily navigate her way out. The blind lioness lay at the borders, already lost by all of the different scents. She knew that if she did not find cover soon, she would become an easy target. As the moon began to rise, the young shaman heard the brisk rustling of leaves. A familiar scent hit her nose, "Azwraith?" she whispered. She rose to her feet and looked eagerly towards the rustling. "Sister!" a scruffy maned lioness bounced out from the bushes. "I've been so worried about you!" Azwraith padded up to her half-sibling an 'hugged' her.

Biography

Daughter of Shendelzare & Joss

After being thrown into exile by Yakul, Yurnero fled their pride lanes. Having lived their her whole life she could easily navigate her way out. The blind lioness lay at the borders, already lost by all of the different scents. She knew that if she did not find cover soon, she would become an easy target. As the moon began to rise, the young shaman heard the brisk rustling of leaves. A familiar scent hit her nose, "Azwraith?" she whispered. She rose to her feet and looked eagerly towards the rustling. "Sister!" a scruffy maned lioness bounced out from the bushes. "I've been so worried about you!" Azwraith padded up to her half-sibling an 'hugged' her.

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