Winter

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Lion Stats
Experience
8434 / 15840 (53%)
Level 13
Strength 87 Speed 45
Stamina 55 Smarts 73
Agility 43 Skill 43
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 346
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 1 month old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Warm (Kind)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Masked Fate (Deceased) Mother .:Snow:. View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Beige (Tan Skin) Slot 1: Brown Face (39%) Tier 0
Slot 2: White Belly (38%) Tier 0
Genetics Cream Light Solid Common
Eyes Black
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Zer
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Scar: Short Left Eye
Scar: Side
Scar: Tail
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 158 Successful Hunts 155 Success Rate 98%


Biography
8/28/2017 - The young cub looks like such a perfect mix between Masked Fate and .:Snow:.! They are both so pleased with their newest bundle of joy.
11/7/2017 - Winter wrestled you to the ground, then promptly rubbed her chin across your cheek. Aww. +7% training experience!
11/8/2017 - You bring a grasshopper to Winter, and they are delighted. You relax and watch them pounce after it, until they finally manage to catch it and munch it. Good cub!
3/37/2018 - 3 years!!
6/2/2018 - Winter has gained a scar in her hunting endeavours!
+1x Scar: Side has been equipped to her.
6/21/2018 - Winter has gained a scar in her hunting endeavours!
+1x Scar: Tail has been equipped to her.
7/1/2018 - Her mother was gone.
Age was a cruel mistress, wasn't she? Chasing after happy, delicate lions, ripping happy families apart.
Ripping mothers away from their children.
Taking Snow away from her.
she cried. A lot, actually. It's all she did after the funeral, soaking her older sister's fur in salty liquid. She didn't know how to process a lost, how to live with all these emotions. So she cried, trying to push out her emotions through the liquids. She begged for her tears to wash away her sorrows, cursing the stars and the mongrel that served them under the name of Age.
She never really stopped crying. It only slowed from a downpour to a drizzle, a quiet, empty display. Even when she eventually fell asleep, her sister could feel the warm drops against her fur.
9/10/2024 - Winter woke you up this morning by flopping onto your side and licking your ear. Hard to be grumpy about that!

Passed 10/4/2024.





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