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Belongs to Matūmaini's Former Pride

Anathema

Lion Stats
Experience
2891 / 13310 (21%)
Level 12
Strength 65 Speed 78
Stamina 53 Smarts 69
Agility 70 Skill 35
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 370
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 2 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Sarcastic (Snarky)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Aris (Deceased) Mother Nimeota View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Dusty (Gray Skin) Slot 5: Under White 2 (21%) Tier 0
Slot 7: Seal Points (52%) Tier 1
Genetics Black Light Countershaded Common
Eyes Grey
Mane Type Sideburn
Mane Color Rhodonite
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Scar: Long Right Eye
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 121 Successful Hunts 121 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Anathema is the only cub in Nimeota’s final litter that stays in the pride. She’s a sasspot of a lioness, but loves her home and her pride.

First litter:
1. Zea ~ 794215054789 female, chased at age 2.

Second litter:
1. Sahaulifu ~ 794216538471 female, chased at age 2
2. Mwonaji ~ 794216538472 female, chased at age 2

Third litter:
1. Elea ~ 794218402554 female, chased at age 2
2. Ishara ~ female, kept

~You settled in for the night to sleep, but then you felt something trembling next to you. You find Anathema, looking scared. You pull them close with your paws and let them snuggle until you both are asleep. (King Rego wasn’t her father, but he did fulfill a paternal role. She adores him.)

~You settle down to munch a nice, fat, gerbil. Or....not. Anathema nyoomed over, grabbed it, and nyoomed away. Awwww...

~You greet Anathema and ask her how she is. She informs you that she is FANTASMIC, and she is ABSOLUTELY fine with not getting a share of the last meal. Really. 2x

~Anathema slunk up to you, commenting wryly that she totes saw you stumble all over yourself in that last play fight. What a fantastic show that was! She could watch it all day.

~Anathema watches you amusedly, and states dryly that she did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.

~You and Anathema got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, she suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle. 2x





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