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Belongs to Seltumbra's Pride
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Cri'ame

"The Gift"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 4 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	8564 / 18590 (46%)
Level	14
Strength	27	Speed	34
Stamina	29	Smarts	33
Agility	29	Skill	8
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	160

Lion Currents
Age	11 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Soft (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝔽𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕚𝕤 (Deceased)	Mother	Fog	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	19 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Silver Gray (Marbled Skin)	Slot 1: Cimmerian Okapi (26%) Tier 6 Slot 2: Almond Fawn (53%) Tier 6 Slot 3: Brown Back (47%) Tier 0 Slot 4: White Blaze (39%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Mocha Paws (63%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Leg Stripes (75%) Tier 0 Slot 7: Under Cream 3 (56%) Tier 0 Slot 8: Henna Half (59%) Tier 0 Slot 9: Brown Back (30%) Tier 0 Slot 10: Nimravus Onyx (13%) Tier 6
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Common
Eyes	Yellow
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Rhodonite
Mutation	Piebald (Ticked)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	32	Successful Hunts	32	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Cri'ame was a surprise. As she stood on the edge of the territory, the white mottles on her fur popped out like puffs of cotton amongst the grass. She spoke softly, politely, but also with a weight to her words that failed her best attempts to fight it. She couldn't bring herself to tell them about the home she left, about the primal-born cubs she'd had to abandon. But she didn't need to. Her tired eyes said it all. She settled into the pride as if she'd always been there. It was, after all, hard to dislike someone who was always willing to help, who offered others the largest piece of prey, who frolicked with the cubs with joyful abandon. As the pride's youngest members grew old enough to be away from the queen, Cri'ame was the natural choice to become their broodmother. They paw at her tail and nuzzle her chin, and she watches them with eyes that hold both overwhelming love, and the faintest sorrow.

Biography

Cri'ame was a surprise. As she stood on the edge of the territory, the white mottles on her fur popped out like puffs of cotton amongst the grass. She spoke softly, politely, but also with a weight to her words that failed her best attempts to fight it. She couldn't bring herself to tell them about the home she left, about the primal-born cubs she'd had to abandon. But she didn't need to. Her tired eyes said it all.

She settled into the pride as if she'd always been there. It was, after all, hard to dislike someone who was always willing to help, who offered others the largest piece of prey, who frolicked with the cubs with joyful abandon. As the pride's youngest members grew old enough to be away from the queen, Cri'ame was the natural choice to become their broodmother. They paw at her tail and nuzzle her chin, and she watches them with eyes that hold both overwhelming love, and the faintest sorrow.

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