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Little Prince

Lion Stats
Experience	50 / 100 (50%)
Level	1
Strength	56	Speed	59
Stamina	67	Smarts	65
Agility	75	Skill	4
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	326

Lion Currents
Age	2 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Male
Personality	Confident (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	🌑 Three-Eyed Raven 🌕 (Deceased)	Mother	Clouded Sunset (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Light Cream (White Skin)	Slot 2: Skyward Cover (60%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Skyward Undercover (40%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Fiery Undershine (46%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Ritual Dapple (43%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Ritual Feline (74%) Tier 3 This lion has 3 markings hidden on the following slots: 11, 13, 14
Genetics	Cream Light Solid Common
Eyes	White
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	Piebald (Dorsal)
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	0	Total Stats Gained	0	Total Items Gained	0

Biography
Little Prince has known since he was born that he would lead a pride of his own. He was special, he was told, his pelt was rare. It guaranteed him a king. It made him proud to be destined for such a noble and important task. But that seemed long ago now. He was taken, traded away to some strange new place. He was still destined to be king, but at what cost? Training day and night for the role. Constant scorn from Wort, even vicious attacks. "You're lucky your fur's only partially white." Wort had growled under his breath to him, carrying a mewling Albino cub to his den, just days old. Little Prince promised to himself he won't be like that, like him. But as he stands over his opponent... 'It was just a playfight... ' The cub's body turning cold... 'It was an accident! I just lost my temper...' The blood on his fangs... It might already be too late.

Biography

Little Prince has known since he was born that he would lead a pride of his own. He was special, he was told, his pelt was rare. It guaranteed him a king.
It made him proud to be destined for such a noble and important task.

But that seemed long ago now.

He was taken, traded away to some strange new place. He was still destined to be king, but at what cost?

Training day and night for the role. Constant scorn from Wort, even vicious attacks.

"You're lucky your fur's only partially white." Wort had growled under his breath to him, carrying a mewling Albino cub to his den, just days old.

Little Prince promised to himself he won't be like that, like him.

But as he stands over his opponent...

'It was just a playfight... '

The cub's body turning cold...

'It was an accident! I just lost my temper...'

The blood on his fangs...

It might already be too late.

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