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Belongs to Feeking's Former Pride

Helen

"Folded ears "

Lion Stats
Experience
1412 / 2750 (51%)
Level 6
Strength 59 Speed 64
Stamina 65 Smarts 78
Agility 68 Skill 4
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 338
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 1 month old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Gracious (Good)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Illustrious (Deceased) Mother Moose (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Chestnut (Dark Brown Skin) Slot 1: Hibiscus Feline (44%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Kimanjano Lace (48%) Tier 5
Slot 3: Feline 7 Elysian (71%) Tier 5
Slot 7: Pulsar Cheetah (60%) Tier 5
Genetics Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes Ceramic
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Brown
Mutation Folded Ears
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Abandoned Cemetery

Above
Darwin's Bark Spider
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 16 Successful Hunts 16 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Helen had spent the first years of her life trapped in a pride that had no regard for her difficulty hearing and speaking, regarding her as a freak who didn't deserve a place in the pride at all, although she wasn't completely death they thought she was useless and couldn't do anything of use. So, they sold her off to Feeking 1, her old prides king thought he was stupid for buying her but he refused to leave her with them.

Feeking had seen her potential and brought her home with him.

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It was her first ever hunting mission and she was nervous, her lack of hearing made her training take longer but the lionesses were confident she could do it. Lady Ice and Lady bright were taking her on this mission together in order to guide her through it smoothly. Her paws shook with anxiety.

She was stationed in a bush waiting for the herd to pass by, the other lionesses on her team were leading them towards her, her job was the most important catch a weak zebra and kill it.

Without warning the herd crushed into the clearing panicked whines rung in Helen's ears, soon a weak zebra was spotted lagging behind, shouting for help, "Now." She muttered to herself.

Helen leapt from the bush running towards the prey animal helpless and unaware of his imminent demise, the wind whistled into her ears and rushed past her fur, she had never felt so alive. Soon the taste of fresh blood leaked into her mouth and the sounds of dying stopped. She had done it. Her first successful hunt.





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