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Belongs to 's Former Pride

:※Andraste※:

"Tigon

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	2	Speed	2
Stamina	3	Smarts	2
Agility	2	Skill	1
Total Stats:		12

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Modest (Neutral)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Konungr (Deceased)	Mother	-❖Arabius❖-	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (6)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Velvet (Matte Skin)	Slot 4: Fiery Belly (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Henna Vesture (28%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Clay Waves (30%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Mottled Stripes (65%) Tier 5 Slot 9: White Ghost Feralis (32%) Tier 6 Slot 10: Under White 4 (87%) Tier 0
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Dawn
Mane Type	Tsavo
Mane Color	Nuummite
Mutation	Tigon
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Herb Grove Above Mossy Branch Mushroom Colony Mauritius Fody

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

Biography
By Littie Birb (#31750) While all the other members of your pride seemed to avoid the river near your lands, Andraste enjoyed swimming playfully for hours each day, always returning with sopping wet fur. You had to admit, it was pretty impressive to watch her dive under the water, and you could always admire a nice pair of strong muscles at work. After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Andraste walked up to you and looked offended at your inability to hunt your own meal. You explained that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. Andraste turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What? You were cheerfully asking Andraste about her day, but she seemed to get an itch. She excuses herself to groom the itch away in private. You ask Andraste if she wants to join in the play tussling, but she politely shakes her head no, for she is quite content just watching.

Biography

By Littie Birb (#31750)

While all the other members of your pride seemed to avoid the river near your lands, Andraste enjoyed swimming playfully for hours each day, always returning with sopping wet fur. You had to admit, it was pretty impressive to watch her dive under the water, and you could always admire a nice pair of strong muscles at work.

After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Andraste walked up to you and looked offended at your inability to hunt your own meal. You explained that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. Andraste turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What?

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

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

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