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Belongs to Serin's Pride
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Butterfly Syrup

"G3- Serin's Daughter

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 9 real life days.

Your lioness has been flirted with 5 times! 2 have failed.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	36	Speed	37
Stamina	39	Smarts	32
Agility	34	Skill	5
Born With:	179	Total Stats:	183

Lion Currents
Age	3 years, 7 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Warm (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Serin	Mother	Newly Claimed Lioness (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	14 days ago	Fertility	Average	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Albino (Dudley Skin)	Slot 1: Sunset Siamese (96%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Cimmerian Brindle (1%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Auburn Grunge (21%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Almond Inverted Blemish (54%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Arctic Rogue (56%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Gregarious Glaze (53%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Noctis Scraped Grunge (41%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Leg Stripes (82%) Tier 0 This lion has 2 markings hidden on the following slots: 12, 13
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Olive
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Shipwreck Above Hare Bone Piercings Hornbill Tail Adornment Marsh Mongoose

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

Biography
As you pad along the sun-warmed shore, sand and gentle waves at your paws, you hear the ringing of soft, sweet laughter. “No, little bug, no. You can’t eat them. I need them.” Coming closer, you see a small, pastel lioness with her back turned to you- seemingly cradling something between her front paws. A cub, maybe? “Little bug?” you ask, out of curiosity. She’s a bit startled by your sudden speech, ears pricking up and standing, turning to face you. “Sorry!” She laughs again, bashful. “I didn’t hear you coming. I was talking to my friend, here.” Her friend, a tiny, dark-furred mongoose and decidedly NOT a lion cub, looks up at you with a pointed nose and beady little eyes. Its fur puffs defensively, making its tail into a feather duster. “Oh,” you reply, lamely. “I see.” “Did you need something?” She asks, appearing eager to get back to her conversation with the mongoose but still willing to help if needed. “I don’t mind.”

Biography

As you pad along the sun-warmed shore, sand and gentle waves at your paws, you hear the ringing of soft, sweet laughter.

“No, little bug, no. You can’t eat them. I need them.”

Coming closer, you see a small, pastel lioness with her back turned to you- seemingly cradling something between her front paws. A cub, maybe?

“Little bug?” you ask, out of curiosity.

She’s a bit startled by your sudden speech, ears pricking up and standing, turning to face you. “Sorry!” She laughs again, bashful. “I didn’t hear you coming. I was talking to my friend, here.”

Her friend, a tiny, dark-furred mongoose and decidedly NOT a lion cub, looks up at you with a pointed nose and beady little eyes. Its fur puffs defensively, making its tail into a feather duster.

“Oh,” you reply, lamely. “I see.”

“Did you need something?” She asks, appearing eager to get back to her conversation with the mongoose but still willing to help if needed. “I don’t mind.”

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