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Belongs to Jorrvaskr's Pride
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Falkor

"Joined 08.07.24"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 17 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	44	Speed	42
Stamina	35	Smarts	33
Agility	38	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	193

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 5 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	80%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Grumpy (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Lacerta (Deceased)	Mother	14/15 G4 HAZE RLC BEAN	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	6 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (4)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Spectre (Clouded Skin)	Slot 7: Feline 9 Lilac (47%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Algae Margay (51%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Pistachio Soft Unders (47%) Tier 2 Slot 10: White Underfelt (73%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Sectoral Ice & Green
Mane Type	Katanga
Mane Color	Pistachio
Mutation	Dwarfism
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Snow-Covered Hut Above Cuddling Rabbits Lab Test Frog Tigers Eye

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

Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
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Biography
”Cursed stubby legs,” he heard his leader grumble from behind, before he earned a controlled, but demanding shove on the rump, and he was pushed up to the side of the two other lionesses. His ears pinned back, and he glared over his shoulder at his leader, then the owner of that tantalizing pile of gold beetles that sat before them. ‘Only twenty,’ he thought, his dense tail smacking the hard ground, ‘and it’s not even for me, it’s for those two misty-minded fools, I’m just–‘ but his thoughts were cut short at the feeling of a cold, gentle nose on the back of his head. He glanced up, to see the tall, glimmering leader nudging him towards his new cave with an approving smile. His heart leapt a bit, and he felt his cheeks begin to burn as he begrudgingly trudged over to his new home with a pout, ‘…At least it’s better than my old place…’

Biography

”Cursed stubby legs,” he heard his leader grumble from behind, before he earned a controlled, but demanding shove on the rump, and he was pushed up to the side of the two other lionesses. His ears pinned back, and he glared over his shoulder at his leader, then the owner of that tantalizing pile of gold beetles that sat before them. ‘Only twenty,’ he thought, his dense tail smacking the hard ground, ‘and it’s not even for me, it’s for those two misty-minded fools, I’m just–‘ but his thoughts were cut short at the feeling of a cold, gentle nose on the back of his head. He glanced up, to see the tall, glimmering leader nudging him towards his new cave with an approving smile. His heart leapt a bit, and he felt his cheeks begin to burn as he begrudgingly trudged over to his new home with a pout, ‘…At least it’s better than my old place…’

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