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Nóttfár

Mother of Bats

This lioness is in heat and will be for 1 more day.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	132	Speed	162
Stamina	104	Smarts	137
Agility	138	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	674

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 10 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	95%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Mischievous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Erryk (Deceased)	Mother	Anjeer	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ginger (Red Skin)	Slot 1: Dark Brown Wisp (48%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Feline 7 White (83%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Ivory Lace (80%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Henna Cheetah Heavy (21%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Black Cheetah Royal (54%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Ivory Vesture (46%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Cocoa Undercover (8%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Ruddy
Mutation	Blind
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Helicopter Ruins Above Event Scar: Scraped by Bullets Event Scar: Worn Eyes Scar: Anklebiter Scar: Face Scar: Tail Claw and Teeth Necklace Lesser Mouse-Tailed Bats Apage Hominum Dried Bones

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

Biography
Nóttfár was born to darkness. Her eyes, an eerie, milky white, would never see the beauty of her birth pride's marshy territory, and would serve only to frighten and disturb those around her. Her face, covered in scars from constantly running into things, makes her look much older than she is, her eyes worn and baggy from almost never blinking. Even from a young age, she learned to hone her ears, listening for the subtle noises around her. Soon, she was able to make sharp clicking sounds by gnashing her teeth together, and the returning echoes gave her a sort of auditory map of her surroundings. Using her new way of navigating, she eventually ran away from her birth pride, finding a crashed helicopter outside of a new king's territory. She made her new home there, but she knew she wouldn't be alone for long. The nearby pride was sure to notice a new neighbor eventually, especially since she would have to scavenge off of some of their kills, being unable to hunt for herself. She would have to find a way to appeal herself to the possibly hostile pride...

Biography

Nóttfár was born to darkness. Her eyes, an eerie, milky white, would never see the beauty of her birth pride's marshy territory, and would serve only to frighten and disturb those around her. Her face, covered in scars from constantly running into things, makes her look much older than she is, her eyes worn and baggy from almost never blinking.

Even from a young age, she learned to hone her ears, listening for the subtle noises around her. Soon, she was able to make sharp clicking sounds by gnashing her teeth together, and the returning echoes gave her a sort of auditory map of her surroundings.

Using her new way of navigating, she eventually ran away from her birth pride, finding a crashed helicopter outside of a new king's territory. She made her new home there, but she knew she wouldn't be alone for long. The nearby pride was sure to notice a new neighbor eventually, especially since she would have to scavenge off of some of their kills, being unable to hunt for herself. She would have to find a way to appeal herself to the possibly hostile pride...

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