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Belongs to Meraki 𖤓's Former Pride

Caw Goes the Crowe

"Pride Story Teller"

Lion Stats
Experience	1130 / 8910 (12%)
Level	10
Strength	11	Speed	10
Stamina	10	Smarts	12
Agility	10	Skill	10
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	63

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

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	15 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Noctis (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Onyx Cozy (41%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Copal Sable (60%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Cinnabar Face (48%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Chocolate Siamese (96%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Tan Cozy (100%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Copal Smudge (92%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Copal Face (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Noctis Siamese (94%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Cream Bottom (64%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Onyx Dust (90%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Rare
Eyes	Hyacinth
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Zer
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Ground Fog

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
My name is Crowe, I come from a place far from this one and bring my stories to spread the word of legendary lions. Cubs of the next generation will continue my legacy as story tellers for as long as there are young ears, the stories of mine will thrive. Now, Visitor, will you listen to my tales? — My first story I share with you is the story of the cruel ThunderCloud, the founder of this pride. Now ThunderCloud wasn’t always cruel, he was born as the son of a traveling lioness, a wild dame who would never stay still. She raised the boy to be loving and kind- but- deep in his heart, he was cold. ThunderCloud would take joy in hurting the weak and small, a vicious smile always plastered on his face. One fateful day, his poor mother could not bear to see the sight of her son bloody and wild eyed anymore so she left him on a miserable, scorching dry season day. As evil as he was, the boy was heartbroken, the one person he loved left him for the vultures. Stricken with grief and rage, ThunderCloud prowled the dry savanna his anger causing the death of so many innocent until he came across a lone lioness. Her eyes captivated him for they were soft and inviting, a feeling he had lost with his mother. Of course he tried to court the lady but to no avail, day after day, week after week, she would refuse his advances. Now of course she didn’t actually hate him, she was as much in love with him as he with her. I guess playing hard to get is just something lovers do. So when she finally had enough of her own games, she accepted his advances. The two love birds started a pride in a dusty basin, a few cave openings inside of it. Thinking back on it, they truly should’ve found a better place, but who am I to judge the past? I am simply here to recall it. Now, as I was saying, the two lions started their pride, small but efficient, always taking down their prey and every cub surviving the harsh climate they called home. Everything was perfect, ThunderCloud was a loving leader and father to his cubs and his lionesses loved him. Everything was perfect until one terribly dry season, fires everywhere. The king lost his beloved queen in the roaring flames, and once again, with her he lost his compassion. This started the reign of cruelty. I fear that is all the time I have to spare today, perhaps tomorrow I shall have another story for you, dear visitor. — https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sOv0hENoQnE&pp=ygURc29sZGllciBwb2V0IGtpbmc%3D

Biography

My name is Crowe, I come from a place far from this one and bring my stories to spread the word of legendary lions. Cubs of the next generation will continue my legacy as story tellers for as long as there are young ears, the stories of mine will thrive. Now, Visitor, will you listen to my tales?

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My first story I share with you is the story of the cruel ThunderCloud, the founder of this pride. Now ThunderCloud wasn’t always cruel, he was born as the son of a traveling lioness, a wild dame who would never stay still. She raised the boy to be loving and kind- but- deep in his heart, he was cold. ThunderCloud would take joy in hurting the weak and small, a vicious smile always plastered on his face. One fateful day, his poor mother could not bear to see the sight of her son bloody and wild eyed anymore so she left him on a miserable, scorching dry season day. As evil as he was, the boy was heartbroken, the one person he loved left him for the vultures. Stricken with grief and rage, ThunderCloud prowled the dry savanna his anger causing the death of so many innocent until he came across a lone lioness. Her eyes captivated him for they were soft and inviting, a feeling he had lost with his mother. Of course he tried to court the lady but to no avail, day after day, week after week, she would refuse his advances. Now of course she didn’t actually hate him, she was as much in love with him as he with her. I guess playing hard to get is just something lovers do. So when she finally had enough of her own games, she accepted his advances. The two love birds started a pride in a dusty basin, a few cave openings inside of it. Thinking back on it, they truly should’ve found a better place, but who am I to judge the past? I am simply here to recall it. Now, as I was saying, the two lions started their pride, small but efficient, always taking down their prey and every cub surviving the harsh climate they called home. Everything was perfect, ThunderCloud was a loving leader and father to his cubs and his lionesses loved him. Everything was perfect until one terribly dry season, fires everywhere. The king lost his beloved queen in the roaring flames, and once again, with her he lost his compassion. This started the reign of cruelty. I fear that is all the time I have to spare today, perhaps tomorrow I shall have another story for you, dear visitor.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sOv0hENoQnE&pp=ygURc29sZGllciBwb2V0IGtpbmc%3D

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