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Siberia

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 3 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1604 / 11000 (14%)
Level	11
Strength	48	Speed	76
Stamina	53	Smarts	71
Agility	62	Skill	29
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	339

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 1 month old
Hunger	20%
Mood	95%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	~Ancano~ (Deceased)	Mother	Zoie (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (10%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Auburn (Burnt Skin)	Slot 1: Cream Cheetah Royal (19%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Glacial Glaze (41%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Glacial Points (98%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Blue Dapple (32%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Feline 7 White (71%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Ivory Bottom (49%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Brown
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Sidereal
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Scar: Hind Leg Right Scar: Short Right Eye

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	92	Successful Hunts	92	Success Rate	100%

Biography
You approach Siberia and say a hello, but Siberia suddenly squeaked and dashed off. Oops, you scared the little bugger! You greet Siberia 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. Siberia 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. Siberia 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.

Biography

You approach Siberia and say a hello, but Siberia suddenly squeaked and dashed off. Oops, you scared the little bugger!

You greet Siberia 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.

Siberia 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.

Siberia 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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