#794119690218
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Deataigh

"Sterling base"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 19 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	184 / 11000 (1%)
Level	11
Strength	63	Speed	43
Stamina	57	Smarts	65
Agility	54	Skill	35
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	317

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 10 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Grumpy (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	💥 Kratos 💥 (Deceased)	Mother	Hera	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	4 days ago	Fertility	High	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sterling (Gray Skin)	Slot 4: Red Face (22%) Tier 1 Slot 5: Onyx Cheetah Royal (65%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Onyx Points (81%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Hyena Stripes Scarce Onyx (73%) Tier 3 Slot 9: White Cobweb (14%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Starshine
Mane Type	Hellraiser
Mane Color	Penumbra
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	89	Successful Hunts	89	Success Rate	100%

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Debris

Biography
Deataigh is telling you about a weird dream they had last night. Apparently you battled a walking feathered lizard thing, and then a flying metal thing shot light at you, and then dead, decaying hyenas chased you, and then you were talking to ghosts...are they sure that wasn't a nightmare? You playfully bat Deataigh over in greeting as you approached, and Deataigh squeals in glee. You keep tussling with your paws for a while. You can't even relax for a minute without Deataigh climbing all over you, nipping and pulling at your ears. You gleefully lead your pride to a fresh zebra carcass to feed. Deataigh huffs at you. Zebra...again? Ugh. You wanted to tussle with Deataigh, but she refused. She had a headache and just wanted to sleep. Ah well, maybe next time.

Biography

Deataigh is telling you about a weird dream they had last night. Apparently you battled a walking feathered lizard thing, and then a flying metal thing shot light at you, and then dead, decaying hyenas chased you, and then you were talking to ghosts...are they sure that wasn't a nightmare?

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

You can't even relax for a minute without Deataigh climbing all over you, nipping and pulling at your ears.

You gleefully lead your pride to a fresh zebra carcass to feed. Deataigh huffs at you. Zebra...again? Ugh.

You wanted to tussle with Deataigh, but she refused. She had a headache and just wanted to sleep. Ah well, maybe next time.

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