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Ceravant

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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 8 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1080 / 3960 (27%)
Level	7
Strength	92	Speed	72
Stamina	69	Smarts	72
Agility	57	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	363

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 9 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Snarky
Personality	Cold (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Günter (Deceased)	Mother	Vasjar (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	15 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (16%)	View All Cubs Bred (7)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Obsidian (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Bloodbourne Belly (74%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Feline 6 Onyx (50%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Golden Taper (49%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Fiery Undercover (76%) Tier 3 Slot 8: White Tuxedo (74%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Feralis Onyx (100%) Tier 6
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Transvaal
Mane Color	Opal
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Mount Hombori Above Rabbit Corpse Rabbit Fur Cloak

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Ceravant attempted to scatter cactus behind him as he ran, but he accidentally got its spines stuck in his own paws and ended up limping back to you. Welp. Ceravant spent too much time trying to smear tree sap on the hill and not enough time actually competing. Good job. Ceravant is rolling all over you and chewing on your fur. You kind of want to murder something, but you hold it in. This cub is great. This is your cub. Happy cub is good. Yup. Lying on the ground with a displeased grimace, Ceravant notices you and turns her head, watching the horizon now. Ceravant glares at you as you approach, but she does not swat you as you groom her head. Instead, she perches elegantly, making it clear that you can only do this because she is allowing it. You were going to ask Ceravant to join you for a meal, but her icy stare stopped you in your tracks. How lovely.

Biography

Ceravant attempted to scatter cactus behind him as he ran, but he accidentally got its spines stuck in his own paws and ended up limping back to you. Welp.

Ceravant spent too much time trying to smear tree sap on the hill and not enough time actually competing. Good job.

Ceravant is rolling all over you and chewing on your fur. You kind of want to murder something, but you hold it in. This cub is great. This is your cub. Happy cub is good. Yup.

Lying on the ground with a displeased grimace, Ceravant notices you and turns her head, watching the horizon now.

Ceravant glares at you as you approach, but she does not swat you as you groom her head. Instead, she perches elegantly, making it clear that you can only do this because she is allowing it.

You were going to ask Ceravant to join you for a meal, but her icy stare stopped you in your tracks. How lovely.

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