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Belongs to Mona Vi'Aratha's Pride
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Cinderblow

"[TORCHHOLDER]"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 7 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	57	Speed	54
Stamina	46	Smarts	49
Agility	52	Skill	1
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	259

Lion Currents
Age	3 years, 5 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Romantic (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ Ⓚⓤⓡⓞ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩· (Deceased)	Mother	Meteors	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	16 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (13%)	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Soot (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Seal Rogue (52%) Tier 2 Slot 2: Seal Siamese (79%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Ember Mottled Vents (81%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Onyx Cowl (42%) Tier 0 Slot 8: Tan Crumbing (15%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Cimmerian Blaze (22%) Tier 1
Genetics	Cream Dark Solid Rare
Eyes	Terracotta
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Clay
Mutation	Patches (Shadow)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Under the Tree Above Leg Wraps Black Rabbit Cloak Gazelle Horn Circlet Moss Agate Fang Extensions

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

Biography
She holds torches. Yay. You watch as the lioness' paws tighten around the burning stick, fire blackening her talons and reaching up her pale fur. You want to help, to reach out and put out the flames, but you can only stare at her in terror. The fire licks at her pelt and crawls up the fur, but her skin does not dry in the heat nor does she drop to the floor in agony. Instead she smiles at you, turns, and walks silently ahead, her flaming tail held aloft to usher away the darkness. Kind of like a torch.. OHHH-

Biography

She holds torches. Yay.

You watch as the lioness' paws tighten around the burning stick, fire blackening her talons and reaching up her pale fur. You want to help, to reach out and put out the flames, but you can only stare at her in terror.
The fire licks at her pelt and crawls up the fur, but her skin does not dry in the heat nor does she drop to the floor in agony. Instead she smiles at you, turns, and walks silently ahead, her flaming tail held aloft to usher away the darkness. Kind of like a torch.. OHHH-

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