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Belongs to The Count of Monte Cristo's Former Pride

Whisperpelt

"Oracle"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	45	Speed	54
Stamina	56	Smarts	50
Agility	49	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	255

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 7 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Rebellious (Evil)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Makrah (Deceased)	Mother	Beyonce	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Steele (Gray Skin)	Slot 2: Immolation Brindle (71%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Red Okapi (56%) Tier 6 Slot 6: Maofelis Gold (25%) Tier 6 Slot 8: Onyx Eyebrows (65%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Kimanjano Feline Unders (63%) Tier 5 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 11
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Green
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Penumbra
Mutation	Blind
Marking Slots	10

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

Biography
Whisperpelt twitched her ears as she heard you approach, and leapt to her feet, sniffing you out and rubbing against you. You brushed up against Whisperpelt, ensuring that she wouldn't fall as she rose to her feet. Whisperpelt commented on the distant hyena yipping coming from the South. You couldn't hear anything, but figured you ought to send a patrol down there anyways. You asked how Whisperpelt always manages to find you in the Den. They answered that you smell bly of you. Was that... a compliment? You would have thought that Whisperpelt would struggle with walking or finding her way around the den, but they stalked around with confidence no problem. Whisperpelt was having trouble making her way past a branch someone had put in her regular path. You approached her and gently guided her around it.

Biography

Whisperpelt twitched her ears as she heard you approach, and leapt to her feet, sniffing you out and rubbing against you.

You brushed up against Whisperpelt, ensuring that she wouldn't fall as she rose to her feet.

Whisperpelt commented on the distant hyena yipping coming from the South. You couldn't hear anything, but figured you ought to send a patrol down there anyways.

You asked how Whisperpelt always manages to find you in the Den. They answered that you smell bly of you. Was that... a compliment?

You would have thought that Whisperpelt would struggle with walking or finding her way around the den, but they stalked around with confidence no problem.

Whisperpelt was having trouble making her way past a branch someone had put in her regular path. You approached her and gently guided her around it.

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