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Belongs to Snowcone's Pride
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, Strawberry Wine

"10/14/22 Temporal Clone"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	12	Speed	13
Stamina	10	Smarts	17
Agility	16	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	69

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 4 months old
Hunger	34%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Kind
Personality	Emotional (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Purrfessor X (Deceased)	Mother	🕷~{Dɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ Vɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ}~🕷	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Temporal (Clouded Skin)	Slot 1: Lilac Freckles 2 (100%) Tier 2 Slot 2: Cimmerian Pelage (50%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Quartz Rims (100%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Leonid Undershine (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Dim Cimmerian (80%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Lilac Dorsal Line (60%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Briar Crackle (30%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Noctis Indri (30%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Dawn Shine (70%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Cimmerian Margay (50%) Tier 2
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Rose
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Cimmerian
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
I do not sell natural heats to any of my lions Strawberry wine, and all the time we used to have Those things I miss, but know are never comin' back For you, darlin', for you No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft And sentimental like a stranger in the park For a few moments, I see you If I was empty space, and you were a formless Shape, we'd fit But love leaves little runway, and every time we run Straight over it HELLO YOU THREW ME A WICKED PATCH CLONE IN YOUR FIRST HEAT WITH ME MISS OVERACHIEVER

Biography

I do not sell natural heats to any of my lions

Strawberry wine, and all the time we used to have
Those things I miss, but know are never comin' back
For you, darlin', for you
No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft
And sentimental like a stranger in the park
For a few moments, I see you

If I was empty space, and you were a formless
Shape, we'd fit
But love leaves little runway, and every time we run
Straight over it

HELLO YOU THREW ME A WICKED PATCH CLONE IN YOUR FIRST HEAT WITH ME MISS OVERACHIEVER

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