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Rorir

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.

Your lioness has been flirted with 11 times! 6 have failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	1663 / 7040 (23%)
Level	9
Strength	43	Speed	52
Stamina	42	Smarts	38
Agility	49	Skill	21
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	245

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 10 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Grumpy (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Kavuno (Deceased)	Mother	Rosa	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	11 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (15%)	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Rust (Tan Skin)	Slot 1: Brown Frontal Spotting (27%) Tier 1 Slot 2: White Inverted Brawl (72%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Fiery Undershine (18%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Red Puma (54%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Lycaon Heavy Inverted Gold (80%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Ember Crackle (21%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Brimstone
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Hyena Lands Above Death Battle Mask Fox Skull & Squirrel Tail Headband Fancy Mouse [Black Tan Standard] Scar: Torn Fur Fancy Mouse [Red Variegated Astrex] Civet Rib Necklace Stag Beetle [1] Starving Puppy Blue Skimmer [1] Scar: Hind Leg Left Eager Cub [White] Giant Pouched Rat Messy Mane 2 Zephyr Albino Bee [1]

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	52	Successful Hunts	52	Success Rate	100%

Biography
You were sharing a chuckle with your pride mates when Rorir mumbled at all of you to shut up. Seems he thought it was funny, too. You wanted to tussle with Rorir, but he refused. He had a headache and just wanted to sleep. Ah well, maybe next time. You gleefully lead your pride to a fresh zebra carcass to feed. Rorir huffs at you. Zebra...again? Ugh. Rorir snorts a greeting as you pass, then returns to grumbling over some tweeting birds nearby.

Biography

You were sharing a chuckle with your pride mates when Rorir mumbled at all of you to shut up. Seems he thought it was funny, too.

You wanted to tussle with Rorir, but he refused. He had a headache and just wanted to sleep. Ah well, maybe next time.

You gleefully lead your pride to a fresh zebra carcass to feed. Rorir huffs at you. Zebra...again? Ugh.

Rorir snorts a greeting as you pass, then returns to grumbling over some tweeting birds nearby.

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