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Belongs to Feeking's Pride
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Cyra

"Bobbed tail

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 1 real life day.

Lion Stats
Experience	642 / 18590 (3%)
Level	14
Strength	23	Speed	34
Stamina	17	Smarts	43
Agility	26	Skill	7
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	150

Lion Currents
Age	10 years, 4 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Grumpy (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝔹𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕙 (Deceased)	Mother	Flower (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	22 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Umber (Red Skin)	Slot 1: Blue Poinsettia Proteles Heavy (47%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Ember Mottled Vents (28%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Steele Margay (42%) Tier 2 This lion has 5 markings hidden on the following slots: 11, 14, 15, 18, 20
Genetics	Red Medium Solid Rare
Eyes	Faience
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Slate
Mutation	Bobbed Tail
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Sunset Over The Desert Above Amber Double Nose Ring Amber Earrings Herb Pouch Leg Wraps Scar: Back Scratch

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	27	Successful Hunts	25	Success Rate	92%

Biography
Once a wanderer, always a wanderer, that is what her mother always said to her as they walked idly through the vast and unending desert from which Cyra hailed. Once her mother passed and she became older Crya's passion for exploring lessened to some extent and she decided to join a pride once and for all, her mothers words did not ring so true afterall. -- "Crya, do you want to go hunting today? We're going a little further a field and could use your knowledge of the land." Lady Ice asked as she gathered a few lionesses to go on the daily hunt. Crya shook her head softly, she didn't like to disappoint but that wasn't her anymore. "I'm sorry I scheduled to look after the cubs and nursing lionesses today... you'll have to find someone else." Crya says unwavering. Lady Ice nods frowning heading off with the lionesses she had managed to gather. Crya had never liked the hassle of always walking and always moving, never settling in one place that she had to deal with as she was growing up, and she utterly refused to do anything like it now, afterall her place was in this pack and there was no other way about it. No means no.

Biography

Once a wanderer, always a wanderer, that is what her mother always said to her as they walked idly through the vast and unending desert from which Cyra hailed. Once her mother passed and she became older Crya's passion for exploring lessened to some extent and she decided to join a pride once and for all, her mothers words did not ring so true afterall.

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"Crya, do you want to go hunting today? We're going a little further a field and could use your knowledge of the land." Lady Ice asked as she gathered a few lionesses to go on the daily hunt. Crya shook her head softly, she didn't like to disappoint but that wasn't her anymore.

"I'm sorry I scheduled to look after the cubs and nursing lionesses today... you'll have to find someone else." Crya says unwavering. Lady Ice nods frowning heading off with the lionesses she had managed to gather.

Crya had never liked the hassle of always walking and always moving, never settling in one place that she had to deal with as she was growing up, and she utterly refused to do anything like it now, afterall her place was in this pack and there was no other way about it. No means no.

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