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Pakhet

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 18 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	6682 / 7040 (94%)
Level	9
Strength	71	Speed	71
Stamina	64	Smarts	89
Agility	51	Skill	17
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	363

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Sassy (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	S̳ø̳r̳į̳n̳ (Deceased)	Mother	Neith (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	5 days ago	Fertility	Goddess (100%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Wild Rose (Dusky Skin)	Slot 1: Royal Inverted Cheetah (58%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Dawn Dapple (48%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Hyena Blots Scarce Noctis (20%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Dawn Shine (50%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Light Solid Common
Eyes	Yellow
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Kunzite
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	68	Successful Hunts	68	Success Rate	100%

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub

Biography
Pakhet's eyes open, and she is met with the familiar mountain of fur that is her leader. She hops up and stretches, pouncing into his mane not moments later. She earns a sleepy chuckle and a gargantuan paw in her side. "Young hunter," He rumbles, voice kind and warm, "Hunting even before the sun has risen." "Mama says early worm gets the bird- or something like that." Her tiny voice is muffled as she gnaws on one of his ears. He laughs again, rolling to his feet. The cub manages to cling onto his shoulders, raising her head. She can hear the sounds of his mighty breaths, and the gentle beats of a heart. "Your heart is so loud," She whispers in awe. The king continues walking, and as though by magic, she is suddenly on the ground, watching the golden coat lumber away. His voice echos in his ears long after he is gone, and a numbness has taken her limbs, cementing her in place. "Yours will be just as loud, little hunter." Pakhet awakes from the dream with a start. The king is dead.

Biography

Pakhet's eyes open, and she is met with the familiar mountain of fur that is her leader. She hops up and stretches, pouncing into his mane not moments later. She earns a sleepy chuckle and a gargantuan paw in her side.

"Young hunter," He rumbles, voice kind and warm, "Hunting even before the sun has risen."

"Mama says early worm gets the bird- or something like that." Her tiny voice is muffled as she gnaws on one of his ears.

He laughs again, rolling to his feet. The cub manages to cling onto his shoulders, raising her head. She can hear the sounds of his mighty breaths, and the gentle beats of a heart.

"Your heart is so loud," She whispers in awe.

The king continues walking, and as though by magic, she is suddenly on the ground, watching the golden coat lumber away. His voice echos in his ears long after he is gone, and a numbness has taken her limbs, cementing her in place.

"Yours will be just as loud, little hunter."

Pakhet awakes from the dream with a start.

The king is dead.

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