Thunder boomed and lightning flashed, the heather around Windclan camp swayed. A tunnel through the thick stream of flowers led to an open clearing with dens scattered around its edges and a soaking pile of fresh-kill in the middle.
In the nursery Echofur was arguing with a queen who had just kitted.
"Echofur, there is no way I am taking care of her! She needs to be separated from the rest of the clan!" Echofur rolled her amber eyes. Frostleaf had given birth to only one kit, a little white she-kit with a twisted back leg. She had cruelly named her Brokenkit, and now she refused to nurse her.
"There is no reason for her to be separated I could take her on as my apprentice!" Echofur felt her black fur rising and tried to calm herself. It was Frostleaf''s decision about what happened to this kit. Not hers.
"She's not going to be a medicine cat, when she is old enough to eat meat, Snowstar will get rid of her for me!" Echofur sighed and left the den. Snowstar was Brokenkit's father and he was sure to agree with his mate.
Windclan did not value cripples.