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Belongs to Faustian's Pride
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Snow

"✦"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 9 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	2218 / 5390 (41%)
Level	8
Strength	48	Speed	50
Stamina	64	Smarts	60
Agility	49	Skill	23
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	294

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Intrepid (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Psycho Mantis (Deceased)	Mother	Eirwen	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	14 days ago	Fertility	Average	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Isabel (White Skin)	Slot 8: White Tuxedo (50%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Noctis Cheetah Royal (65%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Cimmerian Okapi (64%) Tier 6
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Faience
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Frozen Valley Above Christmas Berry Snow Storm Cold Breath Icicle Fangs Guernsey Lily [1]

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	32	Successful Hunts	32	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Snow, a young lioness from the tundras, finds herself resting from a long day of nipping at zebra heels and catching birds for cubs. Her paws resting by the pile of winter berries she had been preparing for medicinal uses and dyes the other night. The cold winter weather had been creeping in, cubs curiously bounding throw snow, early nights curling in warm piles that can easily become quite stuffy. Her eyes turn up to the stars as she admires the way the stars match the twinkle of the snow in moonlight. Between her icy fangs rests a bright red lily, a gift from one of the other lioness in the pride and the last one from the season. Subconsciously chewing on the stem and counting the blinking starlight above them, it takes her a moment to realize someone had approached her end of the den. Bright blue eyes turn up, golden brown accents bright in the starlit night. "Oh, hello. Can I help you?"

Biography

Snow, a young lioness from the tundras, finds herself resting from a long day of nipping at zebra heels and catching birds for cubs. Her paws resting by the pile of winter berries she had been preparing for medicinal uses and dyes the other night. The cold winter weather had been creeping in, cubs curiously bounding throw snow, early nights curling in warm piles that can easily become quite stuffy. Her eyes turn up to the stars as she admires the way the stars match the twinkle of the snow in moonlight. Between her icy fangs rests a bright red lily, a gift from one of the other lioness in the pride and the last one from the season. Subconsciously chewing on the stem and counting the blinking starlight above them, it takes her a moment to realize someone had approached her end of the den. Bright blue eyes turn up, golden brown accents bright in the starlit night.
"Oh, hello. Can I help you?"

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