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Belongs to America's Sweetheart's Pride
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blame it on the black star

"breed to mudstone "

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 6 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	10	Speed	27
Stamina	23	Smarts	19
Agility	29	Skill	23
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	131

Lion Currents
Age	9 years, 1 month old
Hunger	42%
Mood	71%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Spontaneous (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	17 days ago	Fertility	Good	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Asali (Pale Skin)	Slot 8: Under Golden 1 (62%) Tier 0
Genetics	Golden Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Ceramic
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Camel
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Burning Blight Above Hollow Susurrus Expression: Desperation Windy Evening Light

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

Biography
i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown well, what am i to do? i know all the things around your head and what they do to you what are we coming to? what are we gonna do? blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky blame it on the satellite that beams me home troubled words of a troubled mind, i try to understand what is eating you i try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that i last slept with you what are we coming to? i just don't know anymore. blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky blame it on the satellite that beams me home i get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you i keep falling over, i keep passing out when i see a face like you. what am i coming to? i'm gonna melt down blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky blame it on the satellite that beams me home.

Biography

i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown

well, what am i to do?

i know all the things around your head

and what they do to you

what are we coming to?

what are we gonna do?

blame it on the black star,

blame it on the falling sky

blame it on the satellite

that beams me home

troubled words of a troubled mind, i try to understand what is eating you

i try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that i last slept with you

what are we coming to?

i just don't know anymore.

blame it on the black star,

blame it on the falling sky

blame it on the satellite

that beams me home

i get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you

i keep falling over, i keep passing out

when i see a face like you.

what am i coming to?

i'm gonna melt down

blame it on the black star,

blame it on the falling sky

blame it on the satellite

that beams me home.

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