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Belongs to 's Pride
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Black ice

This lioness will come into heat in 4 days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	45	Speed	49
Stamina	50	Smarts	76
Agility	36	Skill	9
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	265

Lion Currents
Age	2 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	98%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Laidback (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	\|Mara Sov\| (Deceased)	Mother	Blue sleet	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Never	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Jet (Black Skin)	Slot 2: Feline 6 Ebony (51%) Tier 5 Slot 3: Noctis Ghost Feralis (59%) Tier 6 Slot 4: Vitiligo 4 (76%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Frostbitten Lace (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Arctic Rogue (58%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Hoarfrost Hyena Unders (6%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Brown
Mane Type	Barbary
Mane Color	Angelic
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Frozen Valley Above Scar: White Eye Left Scar: White Eye Right Feathered Leg Wraps - Guineafowl Frosted Whiskers Tint of Solitude Cold Breath Little Whisper Below Lion Spirit

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Like her mother before her, an incident during birth took the poor lioness' sight. Though she grew without issue her senses were constantly clouded by the distant visage of the pride's past. Lions and lionesses all crowding the sacred lands with their presence, whispering sweet nothing's to her mother and inevitably to herself as well. Unlike her mother however she soon took to communicating with these long lost ancestors, guiding them to peace and rest through unfinished business with the living. It is not easy, and many cold winter nights are spent among the dead instead of a comfortable warm den.

Biography

Like her mother before her, an incident during birth took the poor lioness' sight.
Though she grew without issue her senses were constantly clouded by the distant visage of the pride's past. Lions and lionesses all crowding the sacred lands with their presence, whispering sweet nothing's to her mother and inevitably to herself as well.
Unlike her mother however she soon took to communicating with these long lost ancestors, guiding them to peace and rest through unfinished business with the living. It is not easy, and many cold winter nights are spent among the dead instead of a comfortable warm den.

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