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Squawk

" fuzzy 4%"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 2 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 87 Speed 117
Stamina 112 Smarts 98
Agility 116 Skill 6
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 536
Lion Currents
Age 8 years old
Hunger
0%
Mood
86%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 46.153846153846%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Senbei (Deceased) Mother One View Full Heritage
Last Bred 21 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Flint (Black Skin) Slot 3: Onyx Cobweb (12%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Brimstone Agouti (55%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Brimstone Undersides (27%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Brimstone Inverted Brindle (29%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Bloodbourne Vitiligo (62%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Mocha Back Hair (70%) Tier 0
Genetics Black Medium Solid Rare
Eyes Green
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Supernal
Mutation Mane Fuzzy
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
3rd mutie, GMO cow used, VLF (4%), rare base

Squawk pounced on many locusts, then dryly commented that no, she really wouldn't rather be doing something else besides squishing bugs. Squishing bugs is SO fun.

You playfully stuck a feather into the fur on Squawk’s head. She laughed and asked how she looked. Quite elegant, really.

After a moment of eager nuzzling, you noticed Squawk’s long fur standing up and poofing out. She rolled her eyes when you started laughing.

You and Squawk got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle.

Squawk watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

Squawk kept complaining about having to clean her fur every five minutes. You started to make a joke, but Squawk then demanded you help her groom.





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