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Cinna

This lioness is pregnant! She will give birth in 3 real life days. She has been bred to (#77109). She has a nest and will give birth safely. She cannot hunt while nesting.

Lion Stats
Experience	2703 / 3960 (68%)
Level	7
Strength	20	Speed	20
Stamina	27	Smarts	27
Agility	19	Skill	12
Total Stats:		125

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 7 months old
Hunger	12%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Awkward (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Michaiah (Deceased)	Mother	Flora	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Today	Fertility	High	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Cinnabar (Dudley Skin)	Slot 1: Infernal Glaze (67%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Onyx Siamese (66%) Tier 3 Slot 5: White Bottom (46%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Celestial Agouti (37%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (39%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Feline 3 Onyx (47%) Tier 2
Genetics	Red Light Solid Rare
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Wavy
Mane Color	Hallowed
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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None!

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	27	Successful Hunts	27	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Quietly, as you move through the territory, Cinna bounds towards your heels. Her shoulders are stiff, and though she's had many opertunities to steal your attention, she seems to be putting it off. When you finally grow curious enough to turn and face her, she opens her maw before shutting it, unsure of herself. After sputtering and struggling to find her voice, she raises her head to meet your eyes. "Your face is a face," she says hopelessly. She meant to tell you that 'your face is attractive,' but complements are definitely not her forte. Awkwardly, you accept the attempt the attempt at a greeting, and part ways after an uncomfortable nuzzle, which ended with a headbut to the jaw. Yikes.

Biography

Quietly, as you move through the territory, Cinna bounds towards your heels. Her shoulders are stiff, and though she's had many opertunities to steal your attention, she seems to be putting it off. When you finally grow curious enough to turn and face her, she opens her maw before shutting it, unsure of herself.

After sputtering and struggling to find her voice, she raises her head to meet your eyes.

"Your face is a face," she says hopelessly. She meant to tell you that 'your face is attractive,' but complements are definitely not her forte.

Awkwardly, you accept the attempt the attempt at a greeting, and part ways after an uncomfortable nuzzle, which ended with a headbut to the jaw. Yikes.

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