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Belongs to 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖚𝖘's Pride
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Murmur

"Piebald (Subtle)|Clean"

This lioness is pregnant! She will give birth in 2 real life days. She has been bred to 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖚𝖘 (#262940). She has a nest and will give birth safely. She cannot hunt while nesting.

Lion Stats
Experience	1408 / 100 (100%)
Level	1
Strength	43	Speed	61
Stamina	38	Smarts	37
Agility	38	Skill	5
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	222

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 8 months old
Hunger	4%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Gentle (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Asphodelus (Deceased)	Mother	jet, 7 marks, red (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Yesterday	Fertility	Very Low (13%)	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Medium Golden (Marbled Skin)	Slot 2: Cherry Reverse Vitiligo Mash (41%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Coral Marbled Unders (21%) Tier 1 Slot 5: Steele Margay (46%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Vagabond Reverse Indri (47%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Noctis Ticking (66%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Copal Zebra (60%) Tier 6 This lion has 2 markings hidden on the following slots: 13, 15
Genetics	Golden Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Silver
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Astral
Mutation	Piebald (Subtle)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Bloodbath Above Body Paint: Ethereal Vision Body Paint: Ethereal Touch Shamanic Tarot: Chariot Scar: White Eye Right

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	8	Successful Hunts	8	Success Rate	100%

Biography
You stumble into a bloodied field, corpses, and the lingering scent of death surrounding you. As your vision clears, you notice something not there before. A lioness, fur mottled with white, her left eye boring into your soul, while the right dutifully stares on with a blankness. Quirt murmurs surround you, crescendoing louder and louder until you notice a hissing at your feet. Two snakes, intertwined. Or is it one? Suddenly, your eyes blink open, the glare of the midday sun stabbing into them. Pridemates surround you in confusion, and you look around, only to notice nothing changed. Was it all a dream? Or an omen to come?

Biography

You stumble into a bloodied field, corpses, and the lingering scent of death surrounding you. As your vision clears, you notice something not there before. A lioness, fur mottled with white, her left eye boring into your soul, while the right dutifully stares on with a blankness. Quirt murmurs surround you, crescendoing louder and louder until you notice a hissing at your feet. Two snakes, intertwined. Or is it one?
Suddenly, your eyes blink open, the glare of the midday sun stabbing into them. Pridemates surround you in confusion, and you look around, only to notice nothing changed.
Was it all a dream? Or an omen to come?

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