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Mix N Match

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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 12 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
1611 / 8910 (18%)
Level 10
Strength 81 Speed 92
Stamina 83 Smarts 78
Agility 85 Skill 19
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 438
Lion Currents
Age 13 years, 3 months old
Hunger
13%
Mood
90%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 86.538461538462%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Capriccio III (Deceased) Mother Birthday Cake (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 11 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Ashen (White Skin) Slot 1: Ardor Feline Unders (54%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Maroon Shell (55%) Tier 3
Slot 3: White Beard (34%) Tier 1
Slot 5: Blazing Points (57%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Onyx Points (17%) Tier 1
Slot 7: Feline 7 Onyx (57%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Feline 3 Onyx (4%) Tier 2
Genetics Black Light Solid Rare
Eyes Olive
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Onyx
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
[D] Great Fires Background
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 69 Successful Hunts 69 Success Rate 100%


Biography
You were listening to your pride mate's hunting plans when Mix N Match flopped on your face. Ah, great, cub butt everywhere. So much cub butt.

You charged Mix N Match 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!

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

You greet Mix N Match. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You trot towards Mix N Match 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?





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