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Amaru

"Retiring Soon :("

Lion Stats
Experience	3590 / 3960 (90%)
Level	7
Strength	32	Speed	31
Stamina	22	Smarts	20
Agility	21	Skill	12
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	138

Lion Currents
Age	16 years old
Hunger	40%
Mood	80%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Distrustful (Evil)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	SnapDragon ❥	Mother	\| Vernus \|	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Flamingo (Clouded Skin)	Slot 2: Under White 4 (59%) Tier 0 Slot 3: White Saddle (26%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (44%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Light Countershaded Special
Eyes	Dove
Mane Type	Crested
Mane Color	Orchid
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Cozy Waterhole Above African Flower Ornaments [Baby Violets] Floral Bunny Ears Head Ornament Floral Bunny Ears Leg Ornament Floral Bunny Ears Tail Ornament Baby Crocodile

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	30	Successful Hunts	30	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Amaru lounged by the waterhole, playfully dipping her paws in and lapping up the cool liquid. Suddenly, she sensed approaching footsteps, her fur bristling as she held her breath. The sounds of growling curled in her throat as she listened to each reverberating step, each growing louder with each approaching step. Catching your scent, she stood up, a low grumble escaping her throat as she exhaled. A low growl rumbled from her as you drew near. Memphis, sensing Amaru’s unease, let out a low chirp, his mouth agape, revealing sharp little teeth ready to defend. I suppose it would be best to back away before a crocodile decides to latch onto your tail. Wouldn't want to lose a chunk of that sleek fur now, would you?

Biography

Amaru lounged by the waterhole, playfully dipping her paws in and lapping up the cool liquid. Suddenly, she sensed approaching footsteps, her fur bristling as she held her breath. The sounds of growling curled in her throat as she listened to each reverberating step, each growing louder with each approaching step.

Catching your scent, she stood up, a low grumble escaping her throat as she exhaled. A low growl rumbled from her as you drew near. Memphis, sensing Amaru’s unease, let out a low chirp, his mouth agape, revealing sharp little teeth ready to defend.

I suppose it would be best to back away before a crocodile decides to latch onto your tail. Wouldn't want to lose a chunk of that sleek fur now, would you?

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