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Belongs to 's Former Pride

Sribas

"Ice / Nurturing"

Lion Stats
Experience	12680 / 24750 (51%)
Level	16
Strength	108	Speed	151
Stamina	101	Smarts	151
Agility	165	Skill	4
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	680

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Good
Personality	Nurturing (Good)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	☾lєukσthєα☽ (Deceased)	Mother	Orlos (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (7%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ice (Blue Skin)	Slot 2: Fallow Dust (15%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Onyx Back Hair (52%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Onyx Zebra (7%) Tier 6 Slot 8: White Feline Unders (11%) Tier 1 Slot 9: White Inverted Cheetah (45%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Green
Mane Type	Heavy
Mane Color	Auburn
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Just when you thought you were safe, Sribas stalked you down in the middle of your evening patrol and demanded that you let her groom away that cowlick in your mane, all in the name of "training". Sigh. You playfully bat Sribas over in greeting as you approached, and Sribas squeals in glee. You keep tussling with your paws for a while. You were enjoying the soft sound of birds. Then, Sribas proudly sauntered up, farted, and then died laughing. They think it's far funnier than you do. Cubs. Sribas approaches you and starts licking your muzzle, cheek and ear. You obviously should look your best today. You apparently ate something bad last night, and you just flop on the ground. Sribas comes up to you and asks if you want anything. She brings you some grass and water, and sits next to you until you feel better. When you greet her, Sribas makes sure to remind you to visit everyone else in your pride today.

Biography

Just when you thought you were safe, Sribas stalked you down in the middle of your evening patrol and demanded that you let her groom away that cowlick in your mane, all in the name of "training". Sigh.

You playfully bat Sribas over in greeting as you approached, and Sribas squeals in glee. You keep tussling with your paws for a while.

You were enjoying the soft sound of birds. Then, Sribas proudly sauntered up, farted, and then died laughing. They think it's far funnier than you do. Cubs.

Sribas approaches you and starts licking your muzzle, cheek and ear. You obviously should look your best today.

You apparently ate something bad last night, and you just flop on the ground. Sribas comes up to you and asks if you want anything. She brings you some grass and water, and sits next to you until you feel better.

When you greet her, Sribas makes sure to remind you to visit everyone else in your pride today.

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