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Belongs to ☆ Hunter's moon ☆'s Pride
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✮ Harness Your Hopes ✮

" BOBBED TAIL"

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This lioness is pregnant! She will give birth in 3 real life days. She has been bred to ☆ Hunter\'s moon ☆ (#245167). She has a nest and will give birth safely. She cannot hunt while nesting.
Lion Stats
Experience
6275 / 7040 (89%)
Level 9
Strength 46 Speed 35
Stamina 40 Smarts 37
Agility 44 Skill 13
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 215
Lion Currents
Age 10 years, 4 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Needy (Snarky)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 64.102564102564%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Rëaper (Deceased) Mother Raya (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred Today Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Liver (Dark Brown Skin) Slot 1: Blue Poinsettia Indri (57%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Cinnabar Zebra (1%) Tier 6
Slot 5: Lycaon Scarce Inverted Onyx (27%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Rhino Feline (15%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Blue Poinsettia Snuggle (41%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Proteles Heavy White (18%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes Blue
Mane Type Katanga
Mane Color Guardian
Mutation Bobbed Tail
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Scar: Long Left Eye
Scar: Nose Ridge
Scar: Side
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 59 Successful Hunts 59 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Harness your hopes on just one person
Because you know a harness was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses
Cauterized in syrup and syrup and molasses
And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us
To anything that moves, we're deep inside the grooves
And it's time to shake the rations 'cause someone's gonna cash in
The plot it turns again, the reference starts at ten
Well, show me a word that rhymes with pavement
And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit
And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it
Or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold
And the freaks have stormed the White House
I moved into a lighthouse
It's on a scenic quay, it's, oh, so far away
Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of linen
The yearling took the purse, the goth kid has a hearse
Heart-breaking, earth-quaking
Kiwis they are home baking
Minds wide open truly
Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing
It's nothing to be proud of in this late century
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb
It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic
You see the way they cling, the cold metallic sting
And I'm living in a coma for Donna de Varona
The harness made of hopes, the lovers on the ropes
Nun is to church, as the parrot is to perch
And my heart's wide open
Truly





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