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Belongs to Whispering of the swamp lights's Pride
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Shaded brush that sways

"from Bittersweet, with love"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 11 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
6530 / 8910 (73%)
Level 10
Strength 58 Speed 64
Stamina 75 Smarts 70
Agility 51 Skill 7
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 325
Lion Currents
Age 8 years, 5 months old
Hunger
39%
Mood
48%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Mischievous (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 49.358974358974%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Yaryla Mother Bittersweet View Full Heritage
Last Bred 12 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
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
[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.





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