Winds of change
Prologue
Ya so this is my frist chapter, the story is actually about sky clan but Ashfur and important part of the story. Please try and over look any spelling or any other errors.
Ashfur's eyes clouded. The scene in front of him was almost too much to bare. His pale gray legs wobble. His fur pricked. The world stop and Ashfur squinted his eyes to make out the scene that had cause him so much pain.
There stood Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw. Tails twined, fur pressing, eyes locked, obvious in total love. Ashfur thought back to when it was him standing next to that beautiful she-cat. After a while he was no longer mad at Brambleclaw, he was mad at himself and a little bit Squirrelflight (for string him along). Ever since she left him he wasn't really himself he was only a reflection, he could never truly be him self again.
Ashfur scruff his paws against the hard ground. The peddles gritted his pads but he could hardly feel the pain. He forced him self to tare his eyes away. He stared around the camp. From where he sat (The fresh kill pile) he could see every thing. The apprentices doing there daily work, the elders sunning themselves, a kit or two running after moss while there mothers mingled, and Firestare talking about patrols to Sandstorm. He was of no use to any of them, not in this state, and he would never recover while he lived in this clan. No he had to get away.
Hoped you liked it don't worry chapter 1 will be up soon. No flames please. Peace out ;).