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Belongs to Shamrock Charm's Former Pride

Irish Luck

"King's Consort"

Lion Stats
Experience	2817 / 7040 (40%)
Level	9
Strength	43	Speed	34
Stamina	26	Smarts	42
Agility	41	Skill	33
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	219

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

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Green (White Skin)	Slot 1: White Patch (100%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Citron Brindle (100%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Blue Lace (100%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Glacial Glaze (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Citron Crust (100%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Feline 6 Elysian (100%) Tier 5 Slot 10: Cherry Rugged Unders (100%) Tier 3 This lion has 4 markings hidden on the following slots: 12, 13, 14, 15
Genetics	Golden Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Starshine
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Angelic
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Cozy Waterhole Above African Flower Ornaments [Plumbago] Black-Lored Waxbill Cemetery Iris Common Scimitarbill Banded Wattle-Eye Expression: Delighted Mascarene Teal Below Cape Snow Bush

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	53	Successful Hunts	52	Success Rate	98%

Biography
Luck trudged slowly to the watering hole, her steps silent from years of training. Her muscles moved underneath her wrinkled fur and she yawned as her cub ran around her. Smiling she chuckled, in her old age Luck had managed to watch all the cubs come and go. Spring was far from a cub but in her old eyes, her daughter was nothing more. Finally reaching her destination, Luck took a low, slow drink before resting on her side. "Mother, are you sure we should be this far from the pride?" Her daughter asked, laying beside the older Queen. Spring worried for her mother's help despite knowing what the lioness was capable of. Luck said nothing, yet cracked a small smile at her cub, because closing her eyes. For quite sometime.

Biography

Luck trudged slowly to the watering hole, her steps silent from years of training. Her muscles moved underneath her wrinkled fur and she yawned as her cub ran around her. Smiling she chuckled, in her old age Luck had managed to watch all the cubs come and go. Spring was far from a cub but in her old eyes, her daughter was nothing more. Finally reaching her destination, Luck took a low, slow drink before resting on her side.

"Mother, are you sure we should be this far from the pride?" Her daughter asked, laying beside the older Queen. Spring worried for her mother's help despite knowing what the lioness was capable of. Luck said nothing, yet cracked a small smile at her cub, because closing her eyes. For quite sometime.

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