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Prism

This lioness is in heat and will be for 3 more days.

Lion Stats
Experience	2875 / 11000 (26%)
Level	11
Strength	66	Speed	53
Stamina	54	Smarts	61
Agility	55	Skill	22
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	311

Lion Currents
Age	10 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sarcastic (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Gannon's Blight	Mother	Desolate Place With Snakes	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (23%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sterling (Gray Skin)	Slot 1: Ukame Feralis (89%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Leonid Coat (83%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Frostbitten Dapple (33%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Pulsar Mottled Vents (59%) Tier 5 Slot 6: Peach Speckles (77%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Lilac Tips (83%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Dawn Shine (100%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Haliotis Reverse Vitiligo Mash (50%) Tier 3 This lion has 2 markings hidden on the following slots: 11, 12
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Cimmerian
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Scar: Back Scratch Scar: Front Leg Right

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	88	Successful Hunts	88	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Fuchsia Ghost Feralis (Slot 11), Aufeis Maofelis (Slot 12). Teenager: Prism slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day. You and Prism got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle. Adulthood: Prism watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

Biography

Fuchsia Ghost Feralis (Slot 11), Aufeis Maofelis (Slot 12).

Teenager:

Prism slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day.

You and Prism got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle.

Adulthood:
Prism watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

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