The night sky stretched over the world like a canvas, dotted in stars like paint splotches. The twisting colors of the galaxies called for his attention, but Cadet Sunky was oblivious. He ignored how cold it was, large eyes scanning the frozen moors for food. He was hungry again, the paltry portions weren't enough for him. He understood the reason though, it was important for his friends to eat. But that's what midnight fridge raids were for.

A silhouette separated him from the moon's glow, and Sunky only caught the large wingspan before it disappeared. His stomach shouldn't have growled, but nothing else was awake. He had no luck this night, which was unusual for him. As if on autopilot, he headed in the direction that it flew, unsure if the feeling in his stomach was hunger or a bad feeling.