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Belongs to Titan Horizons's Pride
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Discontinuity

"Jupiter Horizons's daughter"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 20 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	3846 / 63360 (6%)
Level	25
Strength	178	Speed	171
Stamina	203	Smarts	191
Agility	174	Skill	145
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	1062

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Stingy (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Jupiter Horizons (Deceased)	Mother	5M Dun Chased (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	3 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Nautilus (Sandy Skin)	Slot 1: Brimstone Ghost Feralis (27%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Hyena Stripes Scarce White (23%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Aufeis Maofelis (62%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Bloodbourne Siamese (2%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Under Silky 1 (37%) Tier 0 Slot 8: White Undercoat (65%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Ebony Brawl (11%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Light Countershaded Special
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Ethereal
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Tiger Woods Above Scar: Front Leg Right Scar: Cheek Scar: Shoulder Scar: Side Scar: Beaten Up Scar: Long Right Eye Scar: White Eye Left Scar: Long Left Eye Scar: White Eye Right Shrikes in Thorns Wired Fence Shrikes

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	674	Successful Hunts	666	Success Rate	98%

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub Cub

Biography
You're wandering a welcoming woodland, the soft breeze refreshes the skin beneath your mane as a warm light flickers through the trees. You blink slowly in the calm, satisfying climate. Soon you catch a glimpse of a little bird, darting away, it left behind a little critter. You pick the tiny snack up by the tail; can't pass on easy, fresh food, no matter how small. The bird snickers at you from a straggly bramble thicket. You carry on walking. An unexpected growl interrupts the perfectly nice day you were having, you startle unnoticeably and turn to see a barrier, made of little tree trunks and... funny looking thorns. Peering through you can easily see a paling, ginger and grey lioness, birds similar to the one earlier flitting and chirping around her. One or two stay perched on her back as she draws closer to the barrier. She snarls and you notice her wholly clouded eyes, she's blind. "Give it back!" she spits. You frown. "What?" you reply, wondering what you possibly have that was, in-fact hers. Her nose is now sticking out between the spikes "You have food! Food that's far too small for you, it's not yours!" You rear your head back a little, how does she know? She growls again "Give it!" You take a moment, and see that the barrier extends into the distance, the more familiar thorns tangling around it the whole way. You feel fairly safe, discerning that the riled up lioness had tried and failed to escape, by her scars. "You said it's not a lion's meal." You bluntly reply. Her growling shrank to half as loud "It's not for me! The shrikes" Turning your head, it takes a second to register. Still, you don't want to give up a tasty snack for some dumb bird, so you take it into your teeth a little more. "There isn't a drought, they can get another". She's really angry now. "They're royalty!" she near roared through the thicket. Realising there's no reason you have to stay in her presence, you huff and wave your tail in her direction, plodding off to do more important, restful things, thankful nothing is forcing you to endure anymore of this crazy bird woman.

Biography

You're wandering a welcoming woodland, the soft breeze refreshes the skin beneath
your mane as a warm light flickers through the trees. You blink slowly in the calm, satisfying climate.

Soon you catch a glimpse of a little bird, darting away, it left behind a little critter. You pick the tiny snack
up by the tail; can't pass on easy, fresh food, no matter how small. The bird snickers at you from
a straggly bramble thicket. You carry on walking.

An unexpected growl interrupts the perfectly nice day you were having, you startle unnoticeably and
turn to see a barrier, made of little tree trunks and... funny looking thorns. Peering through you can easily see a paling, ginger and grey lioness, birds similar to the one earlier flitting and chirping around her. One or two stay perched on her back as she draws closer to the barrier. She snarls and you notice her wholly clouded eyes, she's blind.

"Give it back!" she spits. You frown.
"What?" you reply, wondering what you possibly have that was, in-fact hers.
Her nose is now sticking out between the spikes "You have food! Food that's far too small for you, it's not yours!"
You rear your head back a little, how does she know?
She growls again "Give it!"

You take a moment, and see that the barrier extends into the distance, the more familiar thorns tangling around it the whole way. You feel fairly safe, discerning that the riled up lioness had tried and failed to escape, by her scars.

"You said it's not a lion's meal." You bluntly reply.
Her growling shrank to half as loud "It's not for me! The shrikes"

Turning your head, it takes a second to register. Still, you don't want to give up a tasty snack for some dumb bird, so you take it into your teeth a little more. "There isn't a drought, they can get another". She's really angry now.

"They're royalty!" she near roared through the thicket.

Realising there's no reason you have to stay in her presence, you huff and wave your tail in her direction, plodding off to do more important, restful things, thankful nothing is forcing you to endure anymore of this crazy bird woman.

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