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Belongs to ♥ alstroemeria's Former Pride

Northern Downpour

" Leopon 1"

Lion Stats
Experience
14141 / 28160 (50%)
Level 17
Strength 71 Speed 67
Stamina 97 Smarts 79
Agility 78 Skill 50
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 442
Lion Currents
Age 14 years, 5 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 95.512820512821%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Jaxter III (Deceased) Mother The Commander View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Bloodbourne (Burnt Skin) Slot 2: White Panther (98%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Onyx Brindle (100%) Tier 1
Slot 7: White Marbled Unders (100%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Leg Spotting Strong Onyx (100%) Tier 1
Genetics Red Dark Solid Special
Eyes Red
Mane Type Heavy
Mane Color Celestial
Mutation Leopon
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Charred Lands

Above
Charred Branches
Petrified Critters
Petrified Hyena Cub
Petrified Pigeon
Scar: Beaten Up
Scar: Face
Scar: Long Right Eye

Below
Charred Tree
Petrified Tree
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 295 Successful Hunts 290 Success Rate 98%


Biography
Father: Jaxter III
Mother: -{x:| The Commander |:x}-

Cubs:
1) New Cub
2) Marking
3) GT
4) GT
5) Somewhere I Belong [Leopon]

|| "Northern Downpour watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane." ||

|| "You and Northern Downpour got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle." ||

|| "You greet Northern Downpour and ask her how she is. She informs you that she is FANTASMIC, and she is ABSOLUTELY fine with not getting a share of the last meal. Really." ||

|| "You rolled your eyes once again as Northern Downpour asked you about going to the forest. No, they can not become one with the leopards." ||

|| Northern Downpour watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.||

|| You were startled at the sight of a feline too small to be a lion stalking around on the outskirts of your pride. You were about to chase off this intruder, then you realized it was just Northern Downpour practicing her pouncing.||





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