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Alvah

This lioness will come into heat in 6 days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1530 / 5390 (28%)
Level	8
Strength	7	Speed	9
Stamina	9	Smarts	6
Agility	8	Skill	9
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	48

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 10 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	70%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Spontaneous (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Zuroa (Deceased)	Mother	Amber	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (49%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Cream Darker (White Skin)	Slot 5: Henna Tail (36%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Ritual Dapple (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Brown Back Hair (46%) Tier 0
Genetics	Cream Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Amber
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Dark Fawn
Mutation	Mane Fluffy
Marking Slots	10

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Carcass

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

Biography
Alvah stared at her mother, stricken. "What do you mean, He's not my father!?" she demanded, looking to her mother, who dropped her gaze awkwardly. "You mean, you've lied to my about my parentage this whole time!?" Alvah had been raised on the fact that her father was a king from another pride a few miles off, and she accepted that fact. It was a pride custom for lionesses wishing to have cubs to be taken to another pride to find a father for their litter, unless of course, you happened to be the king's mate, Aquilla. But now, everything was shaken. If that distant king wasn't her father, who was. "Alvah, listen-" Amber started, but Alvah snarled, silencing her mother. "Who is my father? surely you won't hide that from me?" she hissed, and watched as amber's face fell. She followed her mothers gaze across the cave, then froze. Her mother was looking right at Zuora, the king. "A-are you saying what I think you're saying?" Whispered Alvah, too shocked to yell. Amber reluctantly nodded. "Yes. Zuora is your father."

Biography

Alvah stared at her mother, stricken.
"What do you mean, He's not my father!?" she demanded, looking to her mother, who dropped her gaze awkwardly. "You mean, you've lied to my about my parentage this whole time!?" Alvah had been raised on the fact that her father was a king from another pride a few miles off, and she accepted that fact. It was a pride custom for lionesses wishing to have cubs to be taken to another pride to find a father for their litter, unless of course, you happened to be the king's mate, Aquilla. But now, everything was shaken. If that distant king wasn't her father, who was.
"Alvah, listen-" Amber started, but Alvah snarled, silencing her mother.
"Who is my father? surely you won't hide that from me?" she hissed, and watched as amber's face fell. She followed her mothers gaze across the cave, then froze. Her mother was looking right at Zuora, the king. "A-are you saying what I think you're saying?" Whispered Alvah, too shocked to yell. Amber reluctantly nodded.
"Yes. Zuora is your father."

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