Luna

Evasive and skittish, Luna was a difficult cub to pin down. It took quite a few hours of chasing through the thick bush around the den area for the brood mother to finally snatch her. It was mere luck, as well, as a couple other cubs had cut off her path and directly into the lioness. Although she seemed frightened, Luna didn't put up too much of a fight once the brood mother had her paws on her. A couple of hisses, a few offered treats, and she was contently running around with the other cubs not long after.

How she came to this area itself was a mystery. The pride had noticed a strange, glowing red light in the sky the night prior. Like a shooting flame that darted between trees and left the ground rumbling when it landed. Groyal had gone to investigate, but only caught a small glimpse of the tiny flaming cub before it darted away. Despite his attempts, it escaped any capture.

So, the brood mother was certain Groyal would be pleased the cub now resided with them. There was a certain... Power, in the cub. None of them truly understood it, but she knew Groyal wanted it. Sparkling glimmers of light would spark off the flames from Luna's tail as she hopped and bounded. Despite her strength and ability to over power the other members quite easily...She always remained modest and quiet; Allowing others to take the lead, as it was never a position she desired. Ebony took advantage of this relaxed nature to pretend she was stronger than Luna, but the truth was well known by all.

She made friends among the pride easily, but there were always curious whispers about her. Some even began to call her the "fallen star." The true answers as to where she came from and why she was the way she was may never be fully answered. But, Groyal didn't seem to care for the backstory. As long as he had her strength on his side, that was all that mattered to him.

As a cub, Luna often struggled to control her fire; ocassionally catching a bush or dry pile of leaves aflame. The others were quick to step in and put it out when they could; training her to be just a bit more aware of the dangerous fires dancing along spots of her furr, and the affect it could have if it went unchecked. She grew becoming much more aware of her surroundings, and cautious in her steps.