Misfits

''Ana's parents died a while ago. She should be grateful that the Shade Tribe took her in, but instead she's left wondering why everyone must hate each other. As she tries to dig deeper into the past, she might uncover some secrets that are better left hidden and some people that are better left untouched.''

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Ana is a gray and blue fox with a white flower crown.

Prologue
Silver pounced on the mouse, catching it in her jaws. She dug a hole big enough for the prey but small enough that it could not be seen from a distance. Then she crept along the forest.

She nearly jumped when she came to a little hole. She dug for a while more and saw a small fox, curled up in a small ball. She cooed at it at first, then lifted it by its scruff and carried it off in her jaws.

When the warrior got back to camp, she went to Blue. She nudged the unmoving fox toward the leader. She pursed her lips. "And what is this, Silver?" She asked icily.

"A fox," She answered blankly.

The leader narrowed her eyes until they were nothing more than little slits, and said, "And why exactly did you bring this home instead of prey?"

Silver forgot the mouse and was very upset, but she wanted to save the fox. "This younglet," She said, "Needs aid and care. I picked it up because, while we can't really accept, much less afford, more mouths to feed, we cannot let a young fox die in the forest."

"We are wolves," Blue said. "I will take care of her, if that is your dying wish. I will assign it."

"What?" Silver did not have time to react before sharp claws pierced her back and she fell to the ground in a puddle of red.

Chapter One
WIP