#794224554162
Belongs to Whispering of the swamp lights's Pride
(View Former Prides)

Shaded brush that sways

"from Bittersweet, with love"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 2 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	3520 / 7040 (50%)
Level	9
Strength	58	Speed	64
Stamina	75	Smarts	70
Agility	51	Skill	7
Total Stats:		325

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 3 months old
Hunger	16%
Mood	86%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Mischievous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Yaryla	Mother	Bittersweet	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	21 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dark Vanilla (Tawny Skin)	Slot 1: Steele Pelage (42%) Tier 2 Slot 2: Bone Soft Unders (77%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Feline 4 Silky (54%) Tier 2 Slot 6: White Lace (57%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Bushveld Margay (61%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Silky Underfelt (1%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Bushveld Panther (71%) Tier 2 Slot 10: White Rims (33%) Tier 2
Genetics	Cream Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Yellow
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Goldenrod
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
[D] Great Fires Background Above Scar: Anklebiter Rabbit Bone Bracelets Rabbit Bone Chest Wrap Expression: Doubt [Cream Eyelids]

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

Biography
10/15 nrlc of 6.2.21 clean G18 The little cub nestled closer to her mother. She didn't have a proper name yet, like some of the other cubs, and this seemed to mean she wasn't meant to stay. She wanted to stay, though, and said as much to her mother, Bittersweet. "Not many cubs stay, love," Bittersweet mewed. "None of mine have, atleast. Our king has sent them all away." The cub was shocked, bitterness boiling in her little heart. Her mother noticed her tension and chuckled, running her tongue over the cub's head. "Tut, tut. Our family has been in this pride for many generations. The last king was a cousin of mine." She has a distant look. "He's changed, but he was once family." A smile tugs at her lips. "You're lucky, my love." The cub tilts her head, yellow eyes sparkling. "Yes, lucky. Your new king will be family once more. It's been a long time since I've last seen him, but you'll be heading to the pride of my son—your brother—Howling Storm." Howling Storm, the cub thinks. What a wonderful name for a king. Perhaps she'll get a name just as cool.

Biography

10/15 nrlc of 6.2.21
clean G18

The little cub nestled closer to her mother. She didn't have a proper name yet, like some of the other cubs, and this seemed to mean she wasn't meant to stay. She wanted to stay, though, and said as much to her mother, Bittersweet.
"Not many cubs stay, love," Bittersweet mewed. "None of mine have, atleast. Our king has sent them all away."
The cub was shocked, bitterness boiling in her little heart. Her mother noticed her tension and chuckled, running her tongue over the cub's head.
"Tut, tut. Our family has been in this pride for many generations. The last king was a cousin of mine." She has a distant look. "He's changed, but he was once family." A smile tugs at her lips. "You're lucky, my love."
The cub tilts her head, yellow eyes sparkling.
"Yes, lucky. Your new king will be family once more. It's been a long time since I've last seen him, but you'll be heading to the pride of my son—your brother—Howling Storm."
Howling Storm, the cub thinks. What a wonderful name for a king. Perhaps she'll get a name just as cool.

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