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Belongs to Piss Poor Pessimist πŸ’”'s Pride
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ᏇαŽ₯ᏁᏖᏋᏒ ᏰᏝᎧοΏ

"*Clean G8 Gon*"

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Lion Stats
Experience
7130 / 11000 (64%)
Level 11
Strength 30 Speed 16
Stamina 18 Smarts 21
Agility 32 Skill 11
Total Stats: 128
Lion Currents
Age 10 years, 10 months old
Hunger
50%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Trusting (Good)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 67.948717948718%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Hanae (Deceased) Mother ***Rukkhadevata View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Rough Ruby (Coral Skin) Slot 2: Hyena Blots Scarce White (100%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Ardor Shepherd (93%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Proteles Scarce White (50%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Bone Inverted Quagga (67%) Tier 6
Slot 7: White Undersides (78%) Tier 1
Slot 8: White Panther (100%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Lycaon Scarce Noctis (100%) Tier 3
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes Silver
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Noctis
Mutation Tigon
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 82 Successful Hunts 82 Success Rate 100%


Biography
|02/18/2023| 3 Cubs: 1 Clouded Piebald (02/18/2023) (2 years old)
|02/23/2023| 3 Cubs: None significant (2 years 5 months old)

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As Blossoming wandered along the pride patrolling the outskirts of his land, the small yelps of a little cub could be heard in the distance. They were noisy indeed, high-pitched screaming and yelping getting closer as his ears twitched in annoyance and his head lowered. The little peeps got louder as the little thing heard leaves crunching near and closer.

Blossoming, squeezing his head into the bushes, spotted the weird-looking cub wailing its lungs out, eyes closed, and going aimlessly in circles looking for something. His face softened, feeling for the poor little cub that screeched. He didn't dare suspect why the little one looked so foreign from the rest, rather, just forced himself more into the bushes and bit down gently on the cub's neck to pull it out. The wailing abruptly came to a stop, going quiet for a few seconds before little whimpers came from it.

As he walked back to his shelter, the sound of his paws crunching the leaves under him made the cub silent again. Before he knew it, he was going to hold dear the little one as one of his own.

Interactions:

Telling you to stay perfectly still, Hong-Joong carefully removes the small piece of bone that has been stuck in your teeth for days.






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