*:･ﾟ✦ Brokenkit shook as he slowly stumbled out of the nursery, ignoring the calls of the other nursery mothers who were telling him to come back and relax. But the tom ignored their calls as he sat down near the center of camp, not looking for Calmkit but rather to see what Lionstar was up too. The times had gotten a little boring since his disability made Broken unable to keep up with the kits his age, and would usually be seen trying to interact with the older members of shadowclan to pass the day.
Doubting his chances at becoming a warrior even with his father being ruler of shadowclan, no matter how hard Brokenkit wanted to force his way into the alliances of a warrior. It would never work all due to his stupid leg, which made part of his mind say his parents were disappointing in their young son.