Roho'wa Mamake was pacing through the Prideland's grasses, his movements stealthy - well, stealthier than the norm. He had never claimed to be the most graceful of cubs, and spent most of his day stumbling and crashing around in pursuit of all manner of small critters, or things like leaves and feathers if nothing smaller than he could be found to chase. He was still making noise as he walked, but not much, as tonight he was content to simply look up at the moon. He rarely came out at night, being one who liked his sleep, but tonight he'd been unable to drift off.

He climbed up onto a small boulder protruding from the grass, sitting himself down as his dark eyes glanced around. He could see no one out and about, but he wasn't really looking hard, because he didn't expect to see anyone out this late. Curling his cream-tufted tail around his golden paws, he turned his gaze back up to the stars.