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Belongs to Death with Dignity's Former Pride

Dirty Paws

"Of Monsters and Men"

Lion Stats
Experience
15759 / 35640 (44%)
Level 19
Strength 115 Speed 95
Stamina 109 Smarts 95
Agility 108 Skill 87
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 609
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 3 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Romantic (Good)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Nakir (Deceased) Mother trying (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (5)
Appearance Markings
Base Brass (Brown Skin) Slot 2: White Fawn (89%) Tier 6
Slot 4: Noctis Crackle (22%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Bone Rims (55%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Feline 9 Onyx (40%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Feline 4 Noctis (65%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Feline 9 Noctis (45%) Tier 2
Slot 10: Bone Ear Spots (54%) Tier 1
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Pink
Mane Type Pariah
Mane Color Angelic
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 423 Successful Hunts 416 Success Rate 98%


Biography
Former leader of the hunting parties. Retired from hunting at 14 years 11 months.


You're chilling in the sun, and suddenly Dirty Paws runs by screaming and laughing. What on earth…? Are all cubs tiny nutbars?

When you come near, resting Dirty Paws makes a little coo in her throat, then rolls over to show her belly. She blinks slowly at you and coos again when you groom her.

You see Dirty Paws taking a small prey item to an injured lioness. So gallant!

As you come near, Dirty Paws lies down and shows you her belly, maybe to groom it a bit?


Dirty Paws
Song By. Of Monsters and Men

Jumping up and down the floor
My head, is an animal
And once there was an animal
It had a son that mowed the lawn
The son was an okay guy
They had a pet dragonfly
The dragonfly, it ran away
But it came back with a story to say

Her dirty paws and furry coat
She ran down the forest slopes
The forest of talking trees
They used to sing about the birds and the bees
The bees had declared a war
The sky wasn't big enough for them all
The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

La-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la

So for a while, things were cold
They were scared down in their holes
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines
But she and her furry friends
Took down the queen bee and her men
And that's how the story goes
The story of the beast with those four dirty paws

La-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la





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