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Belongs to Ribbon's Pride
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"One-Phrase Poem With No Name"

"G3 Clean"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 10 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
31795 / 21560 (100%)
Level 15
Strength 70 Speed 51
Stamina 63 Smarts 58
Agility 60 Skill 61
Total Stats: 363
Lion Currents
Age 4 years, 6 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Messy (Neutral)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 19.230769230769%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Ribbon Mother Outrunning Karma View Full Heritage
Last Bred 13 days ago Fertility Very Low (2%) View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Sterling (Gray Skin) Slot 1: White Underfelt (91%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Mottled Rosette (95%) Tier 5
Slot 7: Cimmerian Inverted Zebra (43%) Tier 6
Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (58%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Interstellar Margay (47%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Feline 9 Elysian (52%) Tier 5
Genetics Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes Yellow
Mane Type Hellraiser
Mane Color Styx
Mutation Leopon
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Challenge: Winter [Pelt Cave]
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 241 Successful Hunts 240 Success Rate 99%


Biography
Poem and Snow, sent to the pride by their mysterious mother, arrived as adolescents. Despite the unknown motives behind their mother's actions, the pride swiftly embraced the twins, seamlessly becoming part of the family.

Poem, in stark contrast to her outgoing twin, is a shy and reserved lioness who rarely speaks. Her skittish nature often leaves her caught off guard by the presence of others, preferring to keep to herself in quiet solitude.

Despite her reserved demeanour, Poem shares a deep bond with her twin, Snow. Their relationship is characterized by hushed conversations filled with riddles and rhymes, a secret language that only they understand. In each other's company, they find solace and understanding.

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You were startled at the sight of a feline too small to be a lion stalking around on the outskirts of your pride. You were about to chase off this intruder, then you realized it was just "One-Phrase Poem With No Name" practicing her pouncing.

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Heat 1: 4 cubs, PON!???!?!, bobbed tail
Heat 2: 3 cubs, no pon, 1 piebald frail






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