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"AMP Twin"

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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 9 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
19975 / 74360 (26%)
Level 27
Strength 266 Speed 249
Stamina 223 Smarts 217
Agility 256 Skill 163
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 1374
Lion Currents
Age 9 years, 6 months old
Hunger
60%
Mood
40%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Unreliable (Snarky)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 57.692307692308%
Elder Stage 0%
Appearance Markings
Base Dusty (White Skin) Slot 5: Scoria Low Cover (34%) Tier 0
Slot 7: White Web (26%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Onyx Puma (88%) Tier 1
Genetics Black Light Countershaded Common
Eyes Tan
Mane Type Scarce
Mane Color Camel
Mutation Mane Fluffy
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Clean Lake

Above
Scarlet Pimpernel Legwrap [Blue]
Gazania
Spring Gift Basket
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 781 Successful Hunts 761 Success Rate 97%


Biography
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Upon birth, Fern and Willow were nearly unrecognizable from eachother. Sadly, their triplet brother had been stillborn; with their mother dying shortly after their birth. The cubs didn't have an easy life, starting out with dead parents.

Both of the girls stumbled around without a sense of direction, finally wandering upon a lioness named "Wenet", who promised to take care of them as long as they helped her spread the "Anti-bunny agenda". This led to Fern quickly grasping the concept of hunting, going after rabbits that she and Willow could survive on. All that while the other cub helped the masked lioness with spreading poison. Not much changed for the next couple months, until one of Fern's hunts led to not only failure, but meeting another lion.

In a wild chase after one of the rabbits, Fern bumped right into a scary older lion, his eyes like two orbs full of hell itself. Letting out a high pitched sqeak, the young cub instantly knew that she had to flee. To her dismay, the short-maned lion didn't plan on letting her flee. With his claws unsheathed he instantly flew into a chase. This was it. This was the end, Fern thought.

The lion was right behind her. No cub could survive an encounter like that. Yet, in a glint of luck another lion charged at the one behind her. Fern turned back, watching the tussle amongst the two dark lions, before one finally gave way and fled bleeding. As she later learned, this was Lyres, the king whose lands she was on.

The other lion didn't seem to have any malicious intent. It was a worried lioness with a... mane? She later introduced herself as "Kodiak. The lioness promised Fern a true home, one where she wouldn't have to worry about death or hunger. Because, supposedly, the female sensed an abnormality within the cub. Yet, Fern refused, citing her sister as a reason. She couldn't abandon her, after all! Kodiak simply gave her a smile, promising a home to Willow too. And so, young Fern guided Kodiak to Wenet and Willow. After a short discussion between Wenet and Kodiak, the young twins were allowed to follow the maned lioness to their new home.

Due to the pride's issues to tell the twins apart, in the end Kodiak tied flowers of different colours to their paws, so both of the cubs could be easily identified.

INTERACTIONS



π™΅πšŽπš›πš— gets a liiiiittle too close to your muzzle for comfort, so you give a warning snarl and she scurries away, no doubt to annoy another pride member.

π™΅πšŽπš›πš— wants to play king of the hill. Er, king of your shoulders. Versus your tail. Is your tail winning? Yah, totally winning. Your tail is awesome.

You grin at π™΅πšŽπš›πš— and asked if she found out where the wildebeests were moving to, like you asked her to yesterday. Her greeting faltered and she looked guilty. Oh, she forgot. Again.

π™΅πšŽπš›πš—'s ears perk slightly, but she does not acknowledge you as you approach, as she is snoozing.

π™΅πšŽπš›πš— is too absorbed in scratching at the ground to notice your presence.





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