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The Carpal Tunnel of Love❤️

"THREE CLONES IN A ROW"

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Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	29	Speed	29
Stamina	28	Smarts	29
Agility	24	Skill	4
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	143

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Joyful (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Marshmallows	Mother	❌️This ain't a scene it's a-	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	23 days ago	Fertility	Average	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Jet (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Cherry Glaze (24%) Tier 3 Slot 2: White Mottled Vents (72%) Tier 6 Slot 5: Leonid Feline (44%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Wicked Snuggle (31%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Hibiscus Feralis (33%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Sunset
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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

Biography
"The Carpal Tunnel Of Love" We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships, stomp out This disaster town, you'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding" And we might have started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh We keep the beat with your blistered feet, we bullet the words At the mockingbirds singing, slept through the weekend And dreaming of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying, "How you been?" We might have said goodbyes just a little soon, stomp out This disaster town, robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh You were enjoying a nice sunbeam when something began clawing your tail. Ah, it's The Carpal Tunnel of Love❤️. Ouchie, please leave some fur on there, little one.

Biography

"The Carpal Tunnel Of Love"

We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships, stomp out
This disaster town, you'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"

And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh

We keep the beat with your blistered feet, we bullet the words
At the mockingbirds singing, slept through the weekend
And dreaming of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying, "How you been?"

We might have said goodbyes just a little soon, stomp out
This disaster town, robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh

You were enjoying a nice sunbeam when something began clawing your tail. Ah, it's The Carpal Tunnel of Love❤️. Ouchie, please leave some fur on there, little one.

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