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❄️Frost❄

Tigon G2

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Appearance		Markings
Base	Blue Poinsettia (White Skin)	Slot 2: Skyward Crumbing (60%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Celestial Shine (43%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Onyx Siamese (100%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Sunset Crackle (100%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Feralis Noctis (100%) Tier 6 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 12
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Grey
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Ice
Mutation	Tigon
Marking Slots	10

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Dark Forest Above Tigon Moonlit EmblemCustom Decor Celestial Detritus

Biography
Frost \| 12/31/22 You find Frost splayed out near some water, panting heavily and looking generally miserable. she started to complain about how hot it was today, and how she wanted to go play in the snuh. You give her a weird look - it feels great today, and snuh is way too cold to do anything in! ❄️ We say Next time we’ll go away, But then the winter happens, like a secret We’ve to keep yet never understand As daylight turns to cinema once more: A lustrous darkness deep in ice-age cold, And the print in need of restoration Starting to consume itself With snowfall where no snow is falling now. Or could it be a cloud of sparrows, dancing In the bare hedge that this gale of light Is seeking to uproot? Let it be sparrows, then, Still dancing in the blazing hedge, Their tender fury and their fall, Because it snows, because it burns.

Biography

Frost | 12/31/22

You find Frost splayed out near some water, panting heavily and looking generally miserable. she started to complain about how hot it was today, and how she wanted to go play in the snuh. You give her a weird look - it feels great today, and snuh is way too cold to do anything in!

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We say Next time we’ll go away,
But then the winter happens, like a secret

We’ve to keep yet never understand
As daylight turns to cinema once more:

A lustrous darkness deep in ice-age cold,
And the print in need of restoration

Starting to consume itself
With snowfall where no snow is falling now.

Or could it be a cloud of sparrows, dancing
In the bare hedge that this gale of light

Is seeking to uproot? Let it be sparrows, then,
Still dancing in the blazing hedge,

Their tender fury and their fall,
Because it snows, because it burns.

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