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Citrine

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This lioness will come into heat in 6 days.
Lion Stats
Experience
4221 / 7040 (59%)
Level 9
Strength 180 Speed 184
Stamina 163 Smarts 238
Agility 186 Skill 13
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 964
Lion Currents
Age 12 years, 1 month old
Hunger
0%
Mood
80%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 77.564102564103%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Captain Michael Burnham (Deceased) Mother # Brown 2x Nim 4M 950st 14.1Y (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Sienna (Blue Skin) Slot 1: Ardor Feline (50%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Hyena Stripes Scarce Onyx (98%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Feline 6 Ebony (43%) Tier 5
Slot 4: Nimravus White (93%) Tier 6
Slot 5: White Blaze (75%) Tier 0
Slot 9: Nimravus Red (59%) Tier 6
Slot 10: Feralis Gold (52%) Tier 6


This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot:
11
Genetics Red Medium Solid Common
Eyes Sunburst
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Angelic
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 61 Successful Hunts 56 Success Rate 91%


Biography
MOM was:
:) Brown 2x Nim 4M 950st 14.1Y
#794115484478
"Angelic Savage Zoisite"

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You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Citrine to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

You greet Citrine. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You charged Citrine as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though!

You trot towards Citrine to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?





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