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Belongs to ~Heimdall~'s Pride
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Sailor's warning

"a gift"

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This lioness will come into heat in 7 days.
Lion Stats
Experience
5110 / 7040 (72%)
Level 9
Strength 24 Speed 21
Stamina 32 Smarts 19
Agility 23 Skill 35
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 154
Lion Currents
Age 9 years, 4 months old
Hunger
5%
Mood
98%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Warm (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 56.410256410256%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Average View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Mobola (Brown Skin) Slot 1: Saffron Ardeida (70%) Tier 3
Genetics Golden Medium Solid Special
Eyes Amber
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Dark Fawn
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Cape Seahorse Amber Necklace
Pondo Poison Pea
Dusky-Veined Acraea
Eager Cub [Golden]
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning

Sailor's Warning was once a member of a wonderful pride, she forgets the name (a side effect of being a seer) but she looks back on the memories fondly. When she made it here, with her cub, Dawn, she was greeted and welcomed warmly. The pride accepted Dawn as one of their own and started training her. Sailor was grateful, she knew some prides weren't this welcoming, especially after her first prophecy. She was able to predict where the best, and easiest, prey to catch would be. The lionesses went out hunting and decided to see if her words held any weight. When they did, and they came back with one of the most bountiful hunts they'd had in a while, Sailor was nervous. She had been lucky so far, but would her luck run out?

The then pride leader, Poofy, heard what happened and thanked Sailor's Warning for her wonderful prediction that allowed the entire pride to feast that day, and days after. Since then, the huntresses often go to ask where the best prey is and have offered on multiple occasions for her to join. Sailor respectfully declined, she may be helpful knowing *where* the prey is, but catching it, she isn't very helpful.

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Sailor's warning stands on her back legs, cuddling into your soft mane for a bit as a greeting.





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