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⛈️ Feverpitch

"II — 7.12.24 Sepia"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 20 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	3532 / 31790 (11%)
Level	18
Strength	163	Speed	124
Stamina	128	Smarts	150
Agility	138	Skill	73
Total Stats:		776

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 5 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Good
Personality	Prudent (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Kohler (Deceased)	Mother	#\| Sumiaya ♥	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	3 days ago	Fertility	Average (78%)	View All Cubs Bred (6)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sepia (Welsummer Skin)	Slot 1: Under White 2 (11%) Tier 0 Slot 2: Chert Indri (70%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Scoria Burmese (80%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Feline 2 Ginger (100%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Goridhe Siamese (40%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Cream Rims (100%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Goridhe Crackle (70%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Cream Underfelt (100%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Almond Soft Unders (100%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Goridhe Quail Flecks (100%) Tier 2
Genetics	Red Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Gazania
Mane Type	Regal
Mane Color	Umber
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Ghost Ship Above Event Scar: Fallen Champion Kelp Lavish Mane [Doubloon] Expression: Cheerful [White] Expression: Doubt [Cream Eyelids] Drowned Coral Infection - Body [Grey] Drowned Coral Infection - Face [Grey] High Fog Fog Swirls Rain Below Drowned Marked Rock Arch Drowned Fishnet Rustling Reeds

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	341	Successful Hunts	338	Success Rate	99%

Biography
*THE DROWNED MARTYR* The dark, rolling waves of whispering sea clawed at the umber sands of the desolate shoreline. Beneath the soft glow of moonlight lingered a certain presence just ahead of the sharp edges of splintered wood of ravaged ships and moss-stained rocks. A lion of shimmering golds and gentle creams that happened to be obscured by pale, branching corals that rose skyward with the company of thick clumps of celadon kelp. Unaffected by the violent downpour that soaked you down to the very core. "This way." Despite the roaring of the wind rising to a crescendo and pelting rain, their honeyed voice easily cut through the cacophonic sounds. There's a subtle gesture with the tip of their tail. It seemed that placing your trust in this coral dressed stranger was your best bet. ♱ : FEVERPITCH “ FEVER ” RHODES BORN SEPTEMBER 21TH 2024 7.12.2024 SEPIA CLONE NOT FOR SALE. DO NOT ASK “ I'VE BEEN GETTING BAD NEWS ALL NIGHT! ” TITLE . TITLE . TITLE "It's always raining. It never stops." Feverpitch answered in a casual manner at the inquiry. Great. Perpetual raining season on the damn island. Greeeeat. It's rather fascinating to watch the small crabs amongst the ashen coral that protruded from their body. There's one in particular that seemed to stare at you and snapped its claws in a rather menacing fashion... "Having fun?" There's a hint of amusement within Feverpitch's velvety purr, head cocked to the side with a light smile playing on ivory lips. There's a long pause and you sensed a bit of hesitation. Preparing to apologize, they finally answer. "I don't really know why, but I think it's fitting. I don't remember that much from before death but..." An empty grin twisted sepia features as a hollow chuckle vibrated in their chest. "It definitely rose to a fever pitch. So I like the name Feverpitch. Fever or Pitch for short is fine, too. Not particularly picky." Noted. Don't ask about their past again. That lingering stare before looking away was enough of a warning.

Biography

THE DROWNED MARTYR
The dark, rolling waves of whispering sea clawed at the umber sands of the desolate shoreline. Beneath the soft glow of moonlight lingered a certain presence just ahead of the sharp edges of splintered wood of ravaged ships and moss-stained rocks. A lion of shimmering golds and gentle creams that happened to be obscured by pale, branching corals that rose skyward with the company of thick clumps of celadon kelp. Unaffected by the violent downpour that soaked you down to the very core. "This way." Despite the roaring of the wind rising to a crescendo and pelting rain, their honeyed voice easily cut through the cacophonic sounds. There's a subtle gesture with the tip of their tail. It seemed that placing your trust in this coral dressed stranger was your best bet.

♱ : FEVERPITCH “ FEVER ” RHODES
BORN SEPTEMBER 21TH 2024
7.12.2024 SEPIA CLONE
NOT FOR SALE. DO NOT ASK

“ I'VE BEEN GETTING BAD NEWS ALL NIGHT! ”
TITLE . TITLE . TITLE

"It's always raining. It never stops." Feverpitch answered in a casual manner at the inquiry. Great. Perpetual raining season on the damn island. Greeeeat.

It's rather fascinating to watch the small crabs amongst the ashen coral that protruded from their body. There's one in particular that seemed to stare at you and snapped its claws in a rather menacing fashion... "Having fun?" There's a hint of amusement within Feverpitch's velvety purr, head cocked to the side with a light smile playing on ivory lips.

There's a long pause and you sensed a bit of hesitation. Preparing to apologize, they finally answer. "I don't really know why, but I think it's fitting. I don't remember that much from before death but..." An empty grin twisted sepia features as a hollow chuckle vibrated in their chest. "It definitely rose to a fever pitch. So I like the name Feverpitch. Fever or Pitch for short is fine, too. Not particularly picky." Noted. Don't ask about their past again. That lingering stare before looking away was enough of a warning.

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