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Belongs to Feeking's Pride
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Goldie

"Piebald (cracked)

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 3 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	1779 / 2750 (64%)
Level	6
Strength	25	Speed	34
Stamina	29	Smarts	27
Agility	30	Skill	3
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	148

Lion Currents
Age	10 years, 7 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Prudent (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Heaven's Folly (Deceased)	Mother	Newly Claimed Lioness (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	20 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Goldenrod (Lagoon Skin)	Slot 2: Blue Paws (42%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Tail Banding Coral (24%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Briar Dapple (23%) Tier 1 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 12
Genetics	Golden Medium Solid Rare
Eyes	Storm
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Khaki
Mutation	Piebald (Cracked)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Rock Pinnacles Above Morning Light Ammonite Necklace Locust Wing Decor - Ears Scar: Torn Fur Shiny Rock Left Earring Piercing [Red]

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	18	Successful Hunts	18	Success Rate	100%

Biography
'Watch, keep watch of the ones you love, keep them safe from the burning eyes of evil and the horrible truths of suffering and pain. Look after those who welcome you with love into their lives.' (White eye 5:12) -- Goldie sits atop a rock on the far reaches of Feekings territory, a high vantage point from which you can see the lands of three other smaller prides that have been hunting much too close to the borders as of late. She glares, her gaze unfaltering, set on her task of not allowing any of these outsiders to wander aimlessly onto our territory, this was her duty and she would not and could not mess it up or else she would be disappointed in herself. Without her noticing someone sneaks up behind her and lightly nuzzles the back of her neck, she jumps quickly turning to face the culprit hackles raised and teeth on show, glinting in the morning sun, "Who the he-!" She stops and checks herself when she sees who has interrupted her watch. "Simone... sorry, I didn't notice you, are you here to take over?" She says Sighing, happy that it wasn't a threat. The male lion chuckles silently and nods in answer to her question. The two look at eachother for a while before Goldie nods and heads off of her perch and switches places with him, "Good luck." She says smiling. He nods again in response his vow of silence allowing that to be his only answer.

Biography

'Watch, keep watch of the ones you love, keep them safe from the burning eyes of evil and the horrible truths of suffering and pain. Look after those who welcome you with love into their lives.' (White eye 5:12)

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Goldie sits atop a rock on the far reaches of Feekings territory, a high vantage point from which you can see the lands of three other smaller prides that have been hunting much too close to the borders as of late.

She glares, her gaze unfaltering, set on her task of not allowing any of these outsiders to wander aimlessly onto our territory, this was her duty and she would not and could not mess it up or else she would be disappointed in herself.

Without her noticing someone sneaks up behind her and lightly nuzzles the back of her neck, she jumps quickly turning to face the culprit hackles raised and teeth on show, glinting in the morning sun, "Who the he-!" She stops and checks herself when she sees who has interrupted her watch.

"Simone... sorry, I didn't notice you, are you here to take over?" She says Sighing, happy that it wasn't a threat. The male lion chuckles silently and nods in answer to her question. The two look at eachother for a while before Goldie nods and heads off of her perch and switches places with him, "Good luck." She says smiling. He nods again in response his vow of silence allowing that to be his only answer.

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