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Belongs to Cepheus I's Former Pride

Rhubarb Pie

" g2 daedal 8/15 nrlc"

Lion Stats
Experience
37364 / 39710 (94%)
Level 20
Strength 207 Speed 215
Stamina 186 Smarts 197
Agility 206 Skill 101
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 1112
Lion Currents
Age 16 years old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Good
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 Kuro Mother PON MOM KEEP View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Rhubarb (Dudley Skin) Slot 1: Blue Indri (26%) Tier 2
Slot 2: White Dorsal Line (45%) Tier 2
Slot 3: Ukame Undercover (42%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Vitiligo 5 (60%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Feline 5 Lilac (31%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Quartz Underfelt (45%) Tier 2
Genetics Red Medium Countershaded Uncommon
Eyes Jet
Mane Type Royal
Mane Color Orchid
Mutation Piebald (Daedal)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Can You Feel The Love

Above
Silver White Quartz Ornaments
Aura of Heavenly Wings
Fortnight Lily
Fog Swirls
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 473 Successful Hunts 453 Success Rate 95%


Biography
YOURE SO CUTE

yes she is a rhubarb pie and yes her name is Rhubarb Pie
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You see Rhubarb Pie playing tag with Grandpaw Scorching Star. Aww, look at those two go! ... Wow, did Grandpaw Scorching Star actually manage to exhaust a full-energy cub this fast? ... And now it looks like he's trying to race with a cheetah. You shake your head. Seems like some things never change, no matter how old he gets.

Grandpaw Scorching Star has been handed one of his grandcubs, who seems to have inherited his non-stop energy. Rhubarb Pie and Grandpaw Scorching Star proceed to have a conversation that's so fast, no one else can understand a thing.

Rhubarb Pie wants to race Grandpaw Scorching Star, and dashes away for a head start. Grandpaw Scorching Star pretends to try hard to catch Rhubarb Pie, but lets them win by a nose.

Rhubarb Pie 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.





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