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Thistle

"The scientist"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 14 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	28230 / 18590 (100%)
Level	14
Strength	3	Speed	3
Stamina	3	Smarts	2
Agility	3	Skill	6
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	20

Lion Currents
Age	10 years old
Hunger	40%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Neutral
Personality	Sassy (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	The Green Mangrove (Deceased)	Mother	$ PEWTER CHASED (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	9 days ago	Fertility	Average (75%)	View All Cubs Bred (9)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Murk (Tan Skin)	Slot 1: Seal Siamese (62%) Tier 2 Slot 2: Algae Dilution (100%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Bushveld Brindle (32%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Cloudburst Shroud (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Noctis Ghost Feralis (69%) Tier 6 Slot 10: Bushveld Rogue (40%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Ice
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Onyx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Mossy Den Above Event Scar: Ripped Lip Healer's pouchCustom Decor Mossy Stones Conqueror's Mane [Styx]Custom Decor Expression: Smirk Shiny Rock Septum Ring [White] Camouflaged Snake Event Scar: Worn Eyes Light The NightCustom Decor Windy Rain Below Stone Archway [Mossy] Custom Decor

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

Biography
A lanky, preoccupied lion. He seems to be muttering to himself, totally distracted. His eyes are tired and his shoulders slumped, as if he carries a great load. He says something about it being difficult being a scientist, about how busy he’s been with the cubs, as he glances up at you. His mane is heavy with rain, and his lantern’s glow wavering in the night. He stops. The wind ruffles the water from his mane, sends it pattering to his feet. He blinks, seems started to see you here and then starts back on his way. “Come on, if you’re coming” He says, his voice is as tired as his face. So soft you can barely hear it over the rain. “I’ll bring you back to my den, for now. We’ll have to get you out of here by morning, before my sisters realize you’re here. You decidedly do not belong here.” Page doll by foolishflame #158584 (This is my favorite guy,,,he’s my trans lion boy and would be my king I was not using my king for sillies,,,,)

Biography

A lanky, preoccupied lion. He seems to be muttering to himself, totally distracted. His eyes are tired and his shoulders slumped, as if he carries a great load. He says something about it being difficult being a scientist, about how busy he’s been with the cubs, as he glances up at you. His mane is heavy with rain, and his lantern’s glow wavering in the night. He stops. The wind ruffles the water from his mane, sends it pattering to his feet. He blinks, seems started to see you here and then starts back on his way. “Come on, if you’re coming” He says, his voice is as tired as his face. So soft you can barely hear it over the rain. “I’ll bring you back to my den, for now. We’ll have to get you out of here by morning, before my sisters realize you’re here. You decidedly do not belong here.”

Page doll by foolishflame #158584

(This is my favorite guy,,,he’s my trans lion boy and would be my king I was not using my king for sillies,,,,)

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