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Belongs to Feeking's Pride
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Ciaro

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Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 98 Speed 119
Stamina 121 Smarts 107
Agility 86 Skill 18
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 549
Lion Currents
Age 3 years, 10 months old
Hunger
20%
Mood
90%
Sex Male
Personality
Humble (Good)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 14.102564102564%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father ~ Valentino ~ (Deceased) Mother Elaine View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Moss Agate (Gray Skin) Slot 2: Sunrise Margay (45%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Feline 6 Orchid (46%) Tier 5
Slot 6: Hyena Stripes Heavy White (60%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Pistachio Shimmer (55%) Tier 1
Genetics Cream Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes Aqua
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Ardor
Mutation Patches (Striped)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Protective Stag Deity

Above
Jewelry: Black Ornate Blindfold
Albino Feline Wings [Top]
Expression: Smug [Cream]

Below
Albino Feline Wings [Bottom]
Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols 22 Total Stats Gained 56 Total Items Gained 13


Biography
'Walk upon the path of your king, and his king before him and you will be lead to greatness and then to the garden of kings when your time is over.' (White eye:2:12)

Ciaro is the future king of Feeking's pride and is being raised as a devout follower of the scriptures written from the knowledge of the silent God. He will forever worship the moonlit eye in the sky and never skips out on prayers.

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"OK, finish this verse." Elaine says, continuing, "As the white eye rises in the sky, full and bright-" she pauses.

"We lay down to worship and pray, praise the lord that watches over all the lions on the plains." Ciaro finishes confidently. It was rare for his mother to grace him with her presence and he was desperate to impress her with the knowledge he had been learning from Arla.

His mother nods a slight smile on her lips, "Good." She mutters. The young king smiles happy to have appeased his mother. She walks away without so much of a word while the cub smiles dumbly, he could never feel abandoned by her, he knows the work she does is important and that she often doesn't have time for him.

However his heart hurts to see her walk away from him.





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