Hi! This is my first Fanfic redone so please review! This is going to be based in the Clan's new home, and in the time of the Power of three.
"Mist!" a voice called out through the trees.
Mist just kept walking limping as she put pressure on her front left paw, ignoring the calls for her to come back. She would never go back. Nothing can make me, she kept telling herself. She couldn't stand to see those she had cared for be dragged into the evil surrounding her former home. The voices got softer and softer as she ventured into unknown territory. She reached the edge of the forest to come face to face to open moorland. Sighing she stopped and sat down her head hanging.
"Why oh why did you have to leave me here in this horrible world Lion, why?" Mist said as she looked up at Silverpelt.
Well there it is… Still really short, just like the original version but I am working on the next chapter right now which will be longer. Please Review!