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King of the Jungle Tranquil

Lion Stats
Experience	29725 / 35640 (83%)
Level	19
Strength	122	Speed	98
Stamina	112	Smarts	140
Agility	167	Skill	108
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	747

Lion Currents
Age	10 years, 7 months old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Fatherly (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (68)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Atlas (White Skin)	Slot 1: White Blaze (40%) Tier 0 Slot 2: Cream Strokes (31%) Tier 0 Slot 3: Atlas Hyena Blots Scarce (100%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Guardian Vitiligo (100%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Fiery Inverted Brawl (85%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Medium Solid Special
Eyes	Black
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Atlas
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Clean Lake Above War Paint: Sun Warrior Orphaned Caracal Cub Scar: Muzzle Endangered Hipwear [Painted Dog] Shiny Rock Left Earring Piercing [Black] Claw Extensions [Gold] Orphaned Cheetah Cub

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	4	Explore Steps Taken	16095	NPCs Defeated	659
Lions Sent Away	338	Lions Killed	0

Biography
High-pitched squeaking mews call from the paws of Tranquil, ears flat against the top of her head as she clings to the lion's ankles. That night was still and the territory had been peaceful the dawn before, but still the cub retained a sense of high alert at these unfamiliar surroundings. Eyes faintly illuminating through the dusk's veil as she peers through the den's mouth at any unrecognisable sound. The noises she chirped in response were of none Tranquil had ever associated a cub to make, nevertheless, this cub was now one of his pride, no matter how different she may look or how big she grows to be. Her life, her happiness, now lied in her father's paws, and he was going to make sure she was going to grow into the best big cat she could be. Lion or not.

Biography

High-pitched squeaking mews call from the paws of Tranquil, ears flat against the top of her head as she clings to the lion's ankles. That night was still and the territory had been peaceful the dawn before, but still the cub retained a sense of high alert at these unfamiliar surroundings. Eyes faintly illuminating through the dusk's veil as she peers through the den's mouth at any unrecognisable sound. The noises she chirped in response were of none Tranquil had ever associated a cub to make, nevertheless, this cub was now one of his pride, no matter how different she may look or how big she grows to be. Her life, her happiness, now lied in her father's paws, and he was going to make sure she was going to grow into the best big cat she could be. Lion or not.

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