Something poked him. "Why are you just standing there? It's time to go!" Stormberry hissed at him. Troutfreckle followed her out of camp, feeling fear still tingling through his bones. But he didn't need to feel scared anymore... and his fear felt... shadowed. Stormberry led him toward the island. "It's the full-moon!" Troutfreckle murmured. Stormberry looked at him. "What are you rambling about? It's waning, see?" She mewed.Troutfreckle looked up, still seeing a full moon. Stormberry muttered something about lying youngsters as they started to see the island. Troutfreckle was wary as he entered, and he stared around, fur prickling with unease. He finally sat down. Stormberry watched him, then flicked her ears and left. Troutfreckle took a deep breath. This was it. The journey was about to begin.
