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Annabeth

"(c)"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 17 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1554 / 1760 (88%)
Level	5
Strength	70	Speed	80
Stamina	58	Smarts	86
Agility	61	Skill	10
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	365

Lion Currents
Age	2 years, 11 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	83%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Proud (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Kaliber (Deceased)	Mother	Athena (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	6 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Mauve (Red Skin)	Slot 1: Quartz Shimmer (60%) Tier 1 Slot 3: White Inverted Cheetah (77%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Feline 6 Onyx (41%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Midnight (33%) Tier 1 Slot 10: White Lace (80%) Tier 2
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Cream Lighter
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
None!

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	11	Successful Hunts	11	Success Rate	100%

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
225s, 2m, Bold (Snarky) 250s, 3m, VLF

Biography
Annabeth traverses through life going after her own ambitions. Proud and sure of her skills, she uses every skill she possesses to further the betterment of the pride, and then herself. Minerva and Athena's qualms, now a faint memory, were never a forethought in the young lioness' mind. She never did grasp why her mother loathed over the late King's short, failing bloodline, and why her sister seemed raptly absorbed in baring cubs. To Annabeth, the late King is nothing more than a legend whispered about at bedtime - he had died before she'd ever been born. Legends didn't feed mouths.

Biography

Annabeth traverses through life going after her own ambitions. Proud and sure of her skills, she uses every skill she possesses to further the betterment of the pride, and then herself.

Minerva and Athena's qualms, now a faint memory, were never a forethought in the young lioness' mind. She never did grasp why her mother loathed over the late King's short, failing bloodline, and why her sister seemed raptly absorbed in baring cubs.

To Annabeth, the late King is nothing more than a legend whispered about at bedtime - he had died before she'd ever been born. Legends didn't feed mouths.

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