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Belongs to 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖊's Former Pride

Wrong Miasma

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	52	Speed	34
Stamina	51	Smarts	42
Agility	40	Skill	8
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	227

Lion Currents
Age	14 years old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Needy (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Lawrence. (Deceased)	Mother	Deadly Nightshade (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	21 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (17%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Madagascar (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 2: Henna Cloud (23%) Tier 0 Slot 3: Cimmerian Sable (66%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Feline 3 Lilac (84%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Noctis Domino (66%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Cimmerian Points (30%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Lilac Dorsal Line (40%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Noctis Limb Patch (53%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Stellar
Mane Type	Razor
Mane Color	Madagascar
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Wrong Miasma is following Grandpaw 𝕰𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆's every move today - hopping in his footsteps, perking up at the same noises, even swishing and flicking their tail like his. Grandpaw 𝕰𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆 is keenly aware that his grandcub is there, but says nothing about it. When Grandpaw 𝕰𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆 spots Wrong Miasma sulking after they were left out of games, he saunters over and sits down next to them. No words pass between Grandpaw and grandcub, but they seem to have a moment of understanding with each other. You settle down to munch a nice, fat, gerbil. Or....not. Wrong Miasma nyoomed over, grabbed it, and nyoomed away. Awwww...

Biography

Wrong Miasma is following Grandpaw 𝕰𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆's every move today - hopping in his footsteps, perking up at the same noises, even swishing and flicking their tail like his. Grandpaw 𝕰𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆 is keenly aware that his grandcub is there, but says nothing about it.
When Grandpaw 𝕰𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆 spots Wrong Miasma sulking after they were left out of games, he saunters over and sits down next to them. No words pass between Grandpaw and grandcub, but they seem to have a moment of understanding with each other.
You settle down to munch a nice, fat, gerbil. Or....not. Wrong Miasma nyoomed over, grabbed it, and nyoomed away. Awwww...

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