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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Osha

Lion Stats
Experience	6531 / 21560 (30%)
Level	15
Strength	77	Speed	74
Stamina	58	Smarts	51
Agility	74	Skill	63
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	397

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Cold (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Archelon (Deceased)	Mother	Gingiberi (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	8 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (25%)	View All Cubs Bred (4)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Chartreux (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Blazing Mist (92%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Celestial Shine (49%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Coral Belly (70%) Tier 0 Slot 7: Cream Dust (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Onyx Siamese (95%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Ivory Lace (93%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Vitiligo 3 (55%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Starshine
Mane Type	Razor
Mane Color	Opal
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	212	Successful Hunts	212	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Every time you get comfortable for a nap, Osha keeps trying to eat your feet. Maybe you ought to swat the little bugger. Just a little. They'd get a kick out of it anyways… Osha looks at you in silence, whacking her tail on the ground repetitively. (X3) Lying on the ground with a displeased grimace, Osha notices you and turns her head, watching the horizon now. You were going to ask Osha to join you for a meal, but her icy stare stopped you in your tracks. How lovely. Osha glares at you as you approach, but she does not swat you as you groom her head. Instead, she perches elegantly, making it clear that you can only do this because she is allowing it. (X2) Lying on the ground with a displeased grimace, Osha notices you and turns her head, watching the horizon now. Osha

Biography

Every time you get comfortable for a nap, Osha keeps trying to eat your feet. Maybe you ought to swat the little bugger. Just a little. They'd get a kick out of it anyways…

Osha looks at you in silence, whacking her tail on the ground repetitively. (X3)

Lying on the ground with a displeased grimace, Osha notices you and turns her head, watching the horizon now.

You were going to ask Osha to join you for a meal, but her icy stare stopped you in your tracks. How lovely.

Osha glares at you as you approach, but she does not swat you as you groom her head. Instead, she perches elegantly, making it clear that you can only do this because she is allowing it. (X2)

Lying on the ground with a displeased grimace, Osha notices you and turns her head, watching the horizon now.
Osha

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