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Sourweed

"rmcs-S | 3M | 2gen | Croupe"

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	21353 / 35640 (59%)
Level	19
Strength	147	Speed	151
Stamina	139	Smarts	142
Agility	151	Skill	111
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	841

Lion Currents
Age	12 years old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Rebellious (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Decline (Deceased)	Mother	Bojangles	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (36%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Inferno (Red Skin)	Slot 3: Onyx Lace (83%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Onyx Ridge (93%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Feline 6 Ebony (46%) Tier 5 This lion has 3 markings hidden on the following slots: 11, 13, 14
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Garnet
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Slate
Mutation	Patches (Croupe)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Deadlands Above Scar: Beaten Up Scar: Belly Scratch Scar: Cheek Scar: Front Leg Right Scar: Hind Leg Left Scar: Long Left Eye Scar: Shoulder Scar: Side Scar: Tail Crawly Spiders

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	403	Successful Hunts	403	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Every time you get comfortable for a nap, Sourweed keeps trying to eat your feet. Maybe you ought to swat the little bugger. Just a little. They'd get a kick out of it anyways… Sourweed huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow! You come up to Sourweed and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight. When you greet her, Sourweed smacks you with her tail as she turns around to take care of her own damn business. You ask Sourweed if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat.

Biography

Every time you get comfortable for a nap, Sourweed keeps trying to eat your feet. Maybe you ought to swat the little bugger. Just a little. They'd get a kick out of it anyways…

Sourweed huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow!

You come up to Sourweed and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight.

When you greet her, Sourweed smacks you with her tail as she turns around to take care of her own damn business.

You ask Sourweed if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat.

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