Escape to the Clans -fixed version-

Grey sat on the white fence infront of the Twoleg nest she lived in, her parents inside. Her neon eyes gleamed and a wisp floated behind her. She was whispering to it-- she was rather weird, and had no friends. So she spoke to the mysterious wisps that followed her-- the reason why she was a freak. She smelled something in the forest- cats. Her collar jingled as she jumped onto the other side of the fence. The three-moon old kit cautiously padded into the forest, smelling the smell of cat. She then smelled another disturbing smell-- something her parents had described to her. Fox. She yelled as loud as her tiny kit voice could yell, now scared for once in her life and began running in circles in fear as the fox closed in on the kit. "Help!" she yowled, hearing the rustle of something else and a puff of white fur.