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Thistle Vine

". Statue ."

Lion Stats
Experience	369 / 5390 (6%)
Level	8
Strength	46	Speed	55
Stamina	43	Smarts	51
Agility	40	Skill	5
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	240

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 11 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Graceful (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Weed (Deceased)	Mother	Random Flower (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (11%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sterling (Gray Skin)	Slot 3: Citron Brindle (51%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Bloody Grunge (35%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Murk Shimmer (42%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Proteles Heavy Noctis (48%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Cordovan
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Onyx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Clean Lake Above Scar: White Eye Right Scar: Muzzle Scar: Cheek African Flower Ornaments [Herbal] Fancy Mouse [Blue Self Astrex] Rabbit Fur Cloak Leaf Bracelets Leaf Tail Piece Below Seychelles Parakeet

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	2	Successful Hunts	2	Success Rate	100%

Biography
//cub pov.// You stumbled after your mother, who was pushing in between lions in a large crowd. You were still so small, she should have been carrying you and seconds later, you lost her. You let out loud wails, but you were never noticed by anyone around you. Your sobs left unheard. Slowly but surely, you made your way around, weaving around lion’s ankles until you stood in front of a rock. You climb onto it to scan the area for your mother. You reach the top, and a stone lioness laid at the top. Moss grew around her, and her gaze freshly painted a pure white. Your unsteady paws made your way to her flank, lying down at her belly. You leaned into the stone, your head resting on the rock’s arm. So young, and tiredness creeping up to you, you’d given up. Hopefully, your mother would find you on her own. A sign hung from the lioness’s neck. You didn't understand it, not knowing how to read yet. ‘ ‘ Thistle Vine, Goddess of nature and bravery. ‘ ‘

Biography

//cub pov.//
You stumbled after your mother, who was pushing in between lions in a large crowd. You were still so small, she should have been carrying you and seconds later, you lost her. You let out loud wails, but you were never noticed by anyone around you. Your sobs left unheard.
Slowly but surely, you made your way around, weaving around lion’s ankles until you stood in front of a rock. You climb onto it to scan the area for your mother. You reach the top, and a stone lioness laid at the top. Moss grew around her, and her gaze freshly painted a pure white. Your unsteady paws made your way to her flank, lying down at her belly.
You leaned into the stone, your head resting on the rock’s arm. So young, and tiredness creeping up to you, you’d given up. Hopefully, your mother would find you on her own. A sign hung from the lioness’s neck. You didn't understand it, not knowing how to read yet.
‘ ‘ Thistle Vine, Goddess of nature and bravery. ‘ ‘

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