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Belongs to Nightfall's Former Pride

Fog

Retired

Lion Stats
Experience	101118 / 105710 (95%)
Level	32
Strength	289	Speed	303
Stamina	292	Smarts	291
Agility	288	Skill	288
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	1751

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 9 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Rebellious (Evil)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Dreaming (Deceased)	Mother	Bloom	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (13%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Steele (Gray Skin)	Slot 3: Cimmerian Quagga (60%) Tier 6 Slot 4: Vitiligo 2 (74%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Flamingo Inverted Zebra (72%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Stratosphere Feline (60%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Cimmerian Inverted Zebra (72%) Tier 6 Slot 9: Cimmerian Shepherd (46%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Chartreux
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	1121	Successful Hunts	1121	Success Rate	100%

Biography
You majestically stand on the biggest hill in your territory, surveying your lands. You notice Fog standing next to you, copying your glorious stance. Awww yeah. We're the best. Fog huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow! When you greet her, Fog smacks you with her tail as she turns around to take care of her own damn business. You ask Fog if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat. You come up to Fog and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight.

Biography

You majestically stand on the biggest hill in your territory, surveying your lands. You notice Fog standing next to you, copying your glorious stance. Awww yeah. We're the best.

Fog huffs a greeting when you approach, but as soon as you're too close she smacks your cheek. Ow!

When you greet her, Fog smacks you with her tail as she turns around to take care of her own damn business.

You ask Fog if she wants a tip on her hunting technique, and she tells you she'd rather learn from a log. Ugh, brat.

You come up to Fog and hear her talking about escape plans to another pride mate. As you approach, she suddenly gets quiet and looks a bit guilty. Perhaps some extra patrolling is in order tonight.

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