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Nevaeh

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 13 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	3469 / 11000 (31%)
Level	11
Strength	42	Speed	24
Stamina	34	Smarts	30
Agility	35	Skill	14
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	179

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 7 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	72%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	King Schmutzing (Deceased)	Mother	Persephone	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	10 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Gray (Tan Skin)	Slot 7: Feline 7 Onyx (44%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Onyx Cheetah Royal (100%) Tier 3 Slot 9: White Eyebrows (82%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Sideburn
Mane Color	Rhodonite
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Scar: Short Right Eye

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	39	Successful Hunts	39	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Nevaeh doesn't want a nap. Doesn't NEED a nap. Which is what they are telling you. Crying. At the top of their lungs. Yeah. Sure. You carry the little bugger to bed. You greet Nevaeh. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot. You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Nevaeh to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained. You greet Nevaeh. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot. You trot towards Nevaeh to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you? You charged Nevaeh as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though!

Biography

Nevaeh doesn't want a nap. Doesn't NEED a nap. Which is what they are telling you. Crying. At the top of their lungs. Yeah. Sure. You carry the little bugger to bed.

You greet Nevaeh. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Nevaeh to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

You greet Nevaeh. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You trot towards Nevaeh to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?

You charged Nevaeh as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though!

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