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Belongs to 's Former Pride

High Shaman Cleo

"Pride Shaman "

Lion Stats
Experience
14187 / 35640 (39%)
Level 19
Strength 103 Speed 88
Stamina 108 Smarts 99
Agility 112 Skill 93
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 603
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 7 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Sarcastic (Snarky)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (2)
Appearance Markings
Base Auburn (Sanguine Skin) Slot 1: White Socks (78%) Tier 1
Slot 2: White Inverted Cheetah (70%) Tier 1
Slot 3: Onyx Smudge (100%) Tier 1
Slot 4: Leg Spotting Fading Gold (50%) Tier 1
Slot 5: White Eyebrows (100%) Tier 1
Slot 6: Tail Banding Red (35%) Tier 1
Slot 7: Onyx Face (100%) Tier 1
Slot 8: White Chin (100%) Tier 1
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Blue
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Onyx
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 417 Successful Hunts 417 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Cleo is the Shaman of the Sunfall Pride. She seems to be deeply proud of her position. It doesn’t hurt that she gets almost the same perks as the King and Queen do, either. The more you converse with her, the more odd she seems. Cleo mostly speaks in riddles and is cryptic about even the smallest things. There is something comforting about her presence, though.

Cleo is the only lioness allowed to stray out of the territory for extended periods of time. It is up to Cleo to receive visions through the ancestors for all sorts of things, such as the heirs to the throne, or incoming danger. Though Cava prefers to keep a watchful eye over his ladies, Cleo has duties to see to as the pride’s Shaman. You come to realize that this is the reason behind her cubs belonging to different fathers. This aloof lioness certainly gets around.

As you bid her goodbye and exit the Shaman’s den, she leaves you with a gift of a few heron feathers. You’ve no idea what they’re for, but you gratefully accept them anyways.

High Shaman Cleo slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day.





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