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Belongs to Mona Vi'Aratha's Former Pride

Cold Splinter

"[SPIRIT] The Young Prisoner."

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	100	Speed	79
Stamina	111	Smarts	120
Agility	106	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	517

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Vain (Snarky)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Cador (Deceased)	Mother	~\| Prospect \|~ (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	17 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (38%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ice (Gray Skin)	Slot 1: Hyena Stripes Scarce Onyx (79%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Under Golden 1 (30%) Tier 0 Slot 3: Mistletoe Debris (47%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Esker Dinictis (24%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Hoarfrost Vitiligo (45%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Under White 6 (18%) Tier 0 Slot 7: Feline 7 White (56%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Rime Feline (100%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Sideward
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	Patches (Murky)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Snow-Covered Hut Above Expression: Heartbroken Tears Eye of the Kitten Gentle Chains [Tanzanite] Hail Low Legwraps [Dark] Rugged Mane [Onyx] Rough Opal Fang Extensions

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
The Young Wanderer •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• In the moonlit shadows, a shivering cub yearned for the warmth of reunion, haunted by the memory of her pride's demise. How long had it been since she last felt warmth? As the moon filtered through the ink-dark clouds, she was brutally reminded of her home, the Moonlit Pride. She was too young to understand why the Spirits had set their wrath against them, or why they had been labeled as "cursed, unfit to stay among the living." All she remembered was the sensation of the ice setting into her fur, the sight of her friends and the elders succumbing to the eternal frost. She let out a mewl as she cried for her parents, her heart cracking with grief at the memory. Yet no one came to scoop her up into a loving embrace, to comfort her or relieve her of her torment. This desert was a prison, and she was the prisoner it held. All she could do was wander, hoping for someone to set her free. -By Kosmic they are very good at write- all marks applied by either applicator or RMA born with 0 marks added ice base

Biography

The Young Wanderer
•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•
In the moonlit shadows, a shivering cub yearned for the warmth of reunion, haunted by the memory of her pride's demise. How long had it been since she last felt warmth? As the moon filtered through the ink-dark clouds, she was brutally reminded of her home, the Moonlit Pride. She was too young to understand why the Spirits had set their wrath against them, or why they had been labeled as "cursed, unfit to stay among the living." All she remembered was the sensation of the ice setting into her fur, the sight of her friends and the elders succumbing to the eternal frost. She let out a mewl as she cried for her parents, her heart cracking with grief at the memory. Yet no one came to scoop her up into a loving embrace, to comfort her or relieve her of her torment. This desert was a prison, and she was the prisoner it held. All she could do was wander, hoping for someone to set her free.

-By Kosmic they are very good at write-

all marks applied by either applicator or RMA

born with 0 marks

added ice base

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