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Belongs to Self Tan Bottle's Former Pride

Detritus

"g3 aby"

Your lioness has been flirted with 30 times! 14 have failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	11	Speed	15
Stamina	17	Smarts	14
Agility	11	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	69

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Graceful (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 (Deceased)	Mother	𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (8%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Abyssinian (Sandy Skin)	Slot 2: White Ghost Feralis (80%) Tier 6 Slot 3: Royal Lace (32%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Ebony Okapi (50%) Tier 6 Slot 8: Feline 2 Auburn (22%) Tier 5 Slot 9: Cream Dorsal Line (17%) Tier 2
Genetics	Golden Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Mist
Mane Type	Sideward
Mane Color	Hirola
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
- detritus - (dee-tri-us)┃he/him┃playlist "That’s awfully smart coming from a doll like you." 🍂🍂🍂 - LORE - As Detritus’s overgrown claws dig into the musky terrain, he spots a small white cat, her head not much bigger than his paw, informing the others of what appears to be their sole written job. His body, aching and ill, stumbles over like a fool; a new fawn who couldn’t walk. The small animal takes one look at him, scrunching her little pink nose in more or less disgust, and nods him over to a small little makeshift hut, where inside he can just barely see a hint of orange fur, perhaps dyed. He takes a couple more steps, curiously finding a spot to lay.

Biography

- detritus -
(dee-tri-us)┃he/him┃playlist

"That’s awfully smart coming from a doll like you."

🍂🍂🍂

- LORE -

As Detritus’s overgrown claws dig into the musky terrain, he spots a small white cat, her head not much bigger than his paw, informing the others of what appears to be their sole written job. His body, aching and ill, stumbles over like a fool; a new fawn who couldn’t walk. The small animal takes one look at him, scrunching her little pink nose in more or less disgust, and nods him over to a small little makeshift hut, where inside he can just barely see a hint of orange fur, perhaps dyed. He takes a couple more steps, curiously finding a spot to lay.

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