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Nyü

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 14 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	17058 / 21560 (79%)
Level	15
Strength	46	Speed	56
Stamina	73	Smarts	64
Agility	59	Skill	44
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	342

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 9 months old
Hunger	31%
Mood	50%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Modest (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Astraios II (Deceased)	Mother	Ebony (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	9 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Jet (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Bloodbourne Siamese (58%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Ardor Feline Unders (71%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Onyx Cheetah Soft (100%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Feline 2 Ebony (76%) Tier 5 Slot 10: Leg Banding Blue (55%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Crimson
Mane Type	Crested
Mane Color	Rhodonite
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	187	Successful Hunts	187	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Nyü accidentally stepped on a stick while sneaking, and her prey dashed away. She tried to tell you that she was the worst at this, obviously, but you assured her that she is doing just fine overall. Nyü is sitting in the grass looking bummed. You pick them up by the scruff of the neck and carry them to your sleeping spot, where you groom them until they feel better. Each precise leap got Nyü a nice pile of locusts to munch on. She didn't think it was a big deal, but you feel proud. You were cheerfully asking Nyü about her day, but she seemed to get an itch. She excuses herself to groom the itch away in private. You ask Nyü if she wants to join in the play tussling, but she politely shakes her head no, for she is quite content just watching. When you approach her, Nyü greets you and sniffs your muzzle.

Biography

Nyü accidentally stepped on a stick while sneaking, and her prey dashed away. She tried to tell you that she was the worst at this, obviously, but you assured her that she is doing just fine overall.

Nyü is sitting in the grass looking bummed. You pick them up by the scruff of the neck and carry them to your sleeping spot, where you groom them until they feel better.

Each precise leap got Nyü a nice pile of locusts to munch on. She didn't think it was a big deal, but you feel proud.

You were cheerfully asking Nyü about her day, but she seemed to get an itch. She excuses herself to groom the itch away in private.

You ask Nyü if she wants to join in the play tussling, but she politely shakes her head no, for she is quite content just watching.

When you approach her, Nyü greets you and sniffs your muzzle.

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