Starflight walked behind Morrowseer, his head hung and a frown on his snout. The large Nightwing was leading him, well, somewhere.

He hated it here, he wanted to be back in the rainforest with Sunny, oh, Sunny, he should’ve told her he loved her. He might not even get the chance to tell her how he feels, what if he never sees her and her cute yellow face again?

Starflight let out a silent sigh, he wished he was as confident and brave as Clay, Tsunami, or Glory and he could run away from here and never look back. Instead he was stuck on this horrible island.

Starflight perked up when he heard voices ahead, he didn’t recognize them but he hoped it was someone normal and not unbelievably cruel.