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Belongs to Chesom's Former Pride

Weta

"My dear

Lion Stats
Experience	3549 / 11000 (32%)
Level	11
Strength	61	Speed	54
Stamina	50	Smarts	47
Agility	49	Skill	41
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	302

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 6 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Cuddly (Good)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	D E R E K (Deceased)	Mother	Odima (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Low (52%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ginger (Red Skin)	Slot 1: Ember Dim (52%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Fuchsia Ghost Feralis (56%) Tier 3 Slot 6: White Mottled Fissures (14%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Ivory Lace (40%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Hyena Spots Heavy Ebony (61%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Hyena Spots Scarce Ebony (83%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Astral
Mutation	Mane Silky
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Rock Pinnacles Above Jacana Ascension Night Heron Slender-Billed Curlew Black-Lored Waxbill Guernsey Lily [1] Mascarene Teal Below Seychelles Parakeet

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	99	Successful Hunts	99	Success Rate	100%

Biography
The second of two of my first mutated lions in my den. I'll miss her so very much You saw Weta sitting in the shade, trying to keep cool. It must be hot under that layer of heavy fur! You leaned down to sip at some water and then suddenly the bush nearby pounced on you! Weta fell over laughing while you recovered from your miniature heart-attack. Weta kept complaining about having to clean her fur every five minutes. You started to make a joke, but Weta then demanded you help her groom. Weta shook herself after a sudden rainfall, showering everyone nearby in droplets soaked up by all that fur. You asked Weta if she ever stores food in her toe fur for later. She snorted and then swatted at you. Weta runs to you to snuggle in your magnificent fur!

Biography

The second of two of my first mutated lions in my den. I'll miss her so very much

You saw Weta sitting in the shade, trying to keep cool. It must be hot under that layer of heavy fur!

You leaned down to sip at some water and then suddenly the bush nearby pounced on you! Weta fell over laughing while you recovered from your miniature heart-attack.

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

Weta shook herself after a sudden rainfall, showering everyone nearby in droplets soaked up by all that fur.

You asked Weta if she ever stores food in her toe fur for later. She snorted and then swatted at you.

Weta runs to you to snuggle in your magnificent fur!

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