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Bloodpuddle

"Elder"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 8 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
6253 / 13310 (46%)
Level 12
Strength 145 Speed 155
Stamina 138 Smarts 174
Agility 145 Skill 45
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 802
Lion Currents
Age 13 years, 6 months old
Hunger
11%
Mood
95%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 88.461538461538%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Moon Trance (Deceased) Mother Crowwing (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 15 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (2)
Appearance Markings
Base Zarbanu (Black Skin) Slot 1: Brown Back (70%) Tier 0
Slot 2: Spotting Light (80%) Tier 0
Slot 3: Black Cover (100%) Tier 1
Slot 6: Onyx Paws (41%) Tier 1
Slot 7: Onyx Marozi (62%) Tier 1
Slot 8: White Luster (82%) Tier 1
Slot 9: Onyx Mantle (70%) Tier 1
Genetics Golden Dark Solid Common
Eyes Red
Mane Type Regal
Mane Color Zer
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 109 Successful Hunts 106 Success Rate 97%


Biography
Bloodkit -> Bloodpaw -> Bloodpuddle

Growling in frustration Bloodkit got in one final jab before tapping out.

In a flash of claws and teeth, Bloodkit made short work of the feather toy you tossed.

Bloodkit flexed her claws and snarled before racing around the rock pile in record time.

Bloodkit roared and scared all the meerkats from the training area. It took you forever to round them all back up again.

Leaving deep gashes in the old baobab tree, Bloodkit made it to the top in three bounds.

Bloodkit delivered a devastating elbow drop before you could even say 'ready'. Harsh.

With cold efficiency, Bloodkit quickly made her way out of the burrow with a meerkat pup in her jaws.

You trot towards Bloodpuddle to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?

You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Bloodpuddle to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.





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