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Belongs to 𝐓υ𝗋αᥣ𝗒ⱺ𐓣's Pride
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Venus

the adventurer"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 20 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	55282 / 63360 (87%)
Level	25
Strength	166	Speed	191
Stamina	164	Smarts	159
Agility	188	Skill	160
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	1028

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 5 months old
Hunger	20%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Warm (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Pluto☄ (Deceased)	Mother	NightSong	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	3 days ago	Fertility	Low (55%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dark Brown (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 3: Ice Cover (28%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Arctic Carving (47%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Glacial Points (25%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Frostbitten Dapple (52%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Blue Poinsettia Fawn (26%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Lycaon Scarce Inverted Noctis (40%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Chamotte
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Blue Poinsettia
Mutation	Primal (Ferus)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Rock Pinnacles Above Celestials: Peacock Star (Steenbok) Slithering Death Giraffe Skull

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	678	Successful Hunts	612	Success Rate	90%

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Cub Cub

Biography
where the grasses sway like secrets, Venus roams. Her sky blue fur, kissed by sunlight, carries defiance. They call her an adventurer, but her quest is in close lands, it’s a rebellion within her own pride. Venus refuses to bow to tradition. Her eyes, sharp, challenge the status of her leader. When the king approaches, she slips away, seeking other males. Her loyalty lies not with bloodlines, but with the pulse of freedom. And so, in the hidden parts of the savannah, Venus wears her grumpiness like armor. She growls at the dawn, scoffs at the moon, and curls her tail in annoyance. The pride whispers, “There goes the adventurer,” but they know—the true adventure is the one she looks for

Biography

where the grasses sway like secrets, Venus roams. Her sky blue fur, kissed by sunlight, carries defiance. They call her an adventurer, but her quest is in close lands, it’s a rebellion within her own pride.

Venus refuses to bow to tradition. Her eyes, sharp, challenge the status of her leader. When the king approaches, she slips away, seeking other males. Her loyalty lies not with bloodlines, but with the pulse of freedom.

And so, in the hidden parts of the savannah, Venus wears her grumpiness like armor. She growls at the dawn, scoffs at the moon, and curls her tail in annoyance. The pride whispers, “There goes the adventurer,” but they know—the true adventure is the one she looks for

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