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Flopsie

One of Surprise’s"

Your lioness has been flirted with 1 time! 1 has failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	10213 / 15840 (64%)
Level	13
Strength	99	Speed	69
Stamina	78	Smarts	85
Agility	72	Skill	22
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	425

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

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Prince Ari (Deceased)	Mother	Distant Eyes (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	14 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Deep Fawn (Red Skin)	Slot 8: Noctis Ticking (19%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Tyrian
Mane Type	Wavy
Mane Color	Mauve
Mutation	Folded Ears
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Spooky House Above Zulu Sheep Blood Lily Garland Below Angelic Summoning Circle

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	142	Successful Hunts	141	Success Rate	99%

Biography
Prince Ari’s Time “Flopsie is sitting in the grass looking bummed. You pick them up by the scruff of the neck and carry them to your sleeping spot, where you groom them until they feel better.” They end up nestling into your folded paws and start to snooze. You allow yourself to enjoy the sweet moment. However, before you nod off yourself, you notice their floppy ears hanging at a weird angle. With a small huff, the ear flops back into its normal position. You quietly laugh and snuggle back into them before falling back asleep. “Flopsie has been pestering you about being hungry for ages, and when they turn to Grandmaw Tammie, she just grins and exclaims, "Hey, Hungry, I'm Grandmaw!" She seems to have successfully distracted them... for the moment.“ You find yourself trodding over to a small collection of hunters. You make a request to section off a little more of our next meal for Flopsie. They agree and tease you lightly for having such a soft side but act tough. You growl and pout as you escape to your sleeping spot.

Biography

Prince Ari’s Time
“Flopsie is sitting in the grass looking bummed. You pick them up by the scruff of the neck and carry them to your sleeping spot, where you groom them until they feel better.” They end up nestling into your folded paws and start to snooze. You allow yourself to enjoy the sweet moment. However, before you nod off yourself, you notice their floppy ears hanging at a weird angle. With a small huff, the ear flops back into its normal position. You quietly laugh and snuggle back into them before falling back asleep.

“Flopsie has been pestering you about being hungry for ages, and when they turn to Grandmaw Tammie, she just grins and exclaims, "Hey, Hungry, I'm Grandmaw!" She seems to have successfully distracted them... for the moment.“ You find yourself trodding over to a small collection of hunters. You make a request to section off a little more of our next meal for Flopsie. They agree and tease you lightly for having such a soft side but act tough. You growl and pout as you escape to your sleeping spot.

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