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Belongs to 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒚's Former Pride

☄️house of the rising sun�

Lion Stats
Experience	52 / 100 (52%)
Level	1
Strength	42	Speed	50
Stamina	31	Smarts	36
Agility	38	Skill	1
Total Stats:		198

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 10 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Vain (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧 (Deceased)	Mother	Raptor	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	10 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Senegal (Plain Skin)	Slot 2: Seal Crackle (13%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Noctis Margay (19%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Scoundrel Pelage (12%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Noctis Cheetah Soft (19%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Ruffian Panther (4%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Dunt
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Flaxen
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Setting Sun Above Augur Hood [Calamity] Ankole Skirt Skin Wraps Divine Grace Divine Sparkles Whispering Glow

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

Biography
☄️There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun. Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.☄️

Biography

☄️There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.

My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.

He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.

Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.

I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun.

There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.☄️

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