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Belongs to Aemillius's Pride
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Paint Me Like One Of Your Fren

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 19 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	16	Speed	20
Stamina	21	Smarts	16
Agility	17	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	91

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 9 months old
Hunger	52%
Mood	60%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Focused (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Silt Among the Stones (Deceased)	Mother	Silky Saffron (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	4 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Deep Fawn (Red Skin)	Slot 2: Feline 4 Silky (31%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Cream Lace (24%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Dark Brown Margay (45%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Goridhe Maracaja (25%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Feline 2 Dark Brown (36%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Dark Brown Rogue (30%) Tier 2
Genetics	Cream Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Mist
Mane Type	Sideward
Mane Color	Mulberry
Mutation	Patches (Fringe)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Cozy Waterhole Above Rabbit Skull Necklace Jewelry: Black Ornate Blindfold Below Cape Snow Bush

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

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

Biography
ROSE Tell me when it looks right to you. She poses on the divan, settling like a cat into the position we remember from the drawing... almost. JACK Uh... just bend your left leg a little and... and lower your head. Eyes to me. That's it. Jack starts to sketch. He drops his pencil and she stifles a laugh. ROSE I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. JACK (sweating) He does landscapes. TIGHT ON JACK as his eyes come up to look at her over the top edge of his sketchpad. We have seen this image of him before, in her memory. It is an image she will carry the rest of her life.

Biography

ROSE

Tell me when it looks right to you.

She poses on the divan, settling like a cat into the position we remember
from the drawing... almost.

JACK

Uh... just bend your left leg a little and... and lower your head. Eyes to
me. That's it.

Jack starts to sketch. He drops his pencil and she stifles a laugh.

ROSE

I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet
blushing.

JACK

(sweating)

He does landscapes.

TIGHT ON JACK as his eyes come up to look at her over the top edge of his
sketchpad. We have seen this image of him before, in her memory. It is an
image she will carry the rest of her life.

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