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Belongs to -Sobek-'s Pride
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Bub

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	215	Speed	249
Stamina	194	Smarts	276
Agility	244	Skill	68
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	1246

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 11 months old
Hunger	55%
Mood	92%
Sex	Male
Personality	Loner (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	ᴍᴀᴄᴀᴡɴɪᴠᴏʀᴇ (Deceased)	Mother	Clarisse	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dove Gray (Tan Skin)	Slot 2: Water Hyacinth Brindle (45%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Arctic Rogue (28%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Peach Thrashed Unders (29%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Sunset Feralis (57%) Tier 3 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 11
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Orchid
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Flowering Vines Above Fancy Mouse [White Self Astrex] Tefnut's Flower Nebula Pendant Nebula Gentle Bracelets Nebula Tailwrap Coral Hibiscus Scarlet Pimpernel Legwrap [Blue] Scarlet Pimpernel Rumpwrap [Blue] Flamingo Chick Baby Meerkat

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	310	Total Stats Gained	593	Total Items Gained	152

Biography
Bub is telling you about a weird dream they had last night. Apparently you battled a walking feathered lizard thing, and then a flying metal thing shot light at you, and then dead, decaying hyenas chased you, and then you were talking to ghosts...are they sure that wasn't a nightmare? Bub is spread out in a dark corner, brooding intently. Your lionesses are looking at him, tittering and giggling. You have the sudden urge to swat him. You greet Bub with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner.

Biography

Bub is telling you about a weird dream they had last night. Apparently you battled a walking feathered lizard thing, and then a flying metal thing shot light at you, and then dead, decaying hyenas chased you, and then you were talking to ghosts...are they sure that wasn't a nightmare?
Bub is spread out in a dark corner, brooding intently. Your lionesses are looking at him, tittering and giggling. You have the sudden urge to swat him.

You greet Bub with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner.

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