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Belongs to ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ♡'s Former Pride

Ube

"special ♡"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	13	Speed	15
Stamina	13	Smarts	16
Agility	12	Skill	7
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	76

Lion Currents
Age	15 years old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Brutal (Evil)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Phantasia	Mother	Rairakku (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	22 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (43%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Stratosphere (Blue Skin)	Slot 7: Merlot Feline (11%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Special
Eyes	Green
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Maritime Pine Above Body Paint: Swirls Pearl and Flower Ornaments [White] Mysterious Stranger's Tail Bands

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

Biography
Combo Factor: Breed to Specials. You playfully bat Ube over in greeting as you approached, and Ube squeals in glee. You keep tussling with your paws for a while. Ube mews and brushes against you for attention. You give her a playful nudge back towards the direction of her mother. She can handle this needy cub. You greet Ube. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot. You trot towards Ube to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you? You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Ube to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

Biography

Combo Factor:
Breed to Specials.

You playfully bat Ube over in greeting as you approached, and Ube squeals in glee. You keep tussling with your paws for a while.

Ube mews and brushes against you for attention. You give her a playful nudge back towards the direction of her mother. She can handle this needy cub.

You greet Ube. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You trot towards Ube to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?

You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Ube to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

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