Rules Are Meant to Be Broken/Six

"Settle down, you six. I know you're excited but now's not the time for idle chit-chat! There's a story to be told. Speaking of the story, our tale takes place in the moons of my kithood, on the day of my brother's warrior ceremony. Frostleap was considerably older than I was, though, if I do say so myself, a bit lacking in the intelligence area. He'd always been one to rely on brute strength instead of wit, so it was rather fitting that this is the story of his demise.

It was within the first quarter-moon of Newleaf that Frostleap was made a warrior. He and his best friend Sageclaw - then Sagepaw - and a few other apprentices had recently completed their training with flying colors, and so Eustar (who was then considerably more fit and young than he is now) was trying to keep up with all of the soon-to-be warriors. His deputy of the time, a former loner who had originally decided to keep the name Grocery, then was rechristened as Fishwing, had been helping and supporting the new leader nonstop.

All was going well in the Clan. There had been a couple of recent animal attacks, but nothing that demanded immediate attention or combat crews or any of the new fighting techniques Fishwing and Eustar had been thinking up lately. Everything was running smoothly, including the prey. No one would have wished it any other way.

Except, perhaps, Frostpaw.

From the moment he'd been born, the snowy tom had always been eager to advance, to excel. Unlike some of his other littermates, he preferred to do so with brute force, strength, muscle. He wasn't one to smooth talk his way out of sticky situations, or sneak out of camp if he wanted to explore; instead, Frostpaw would knock down his opponent or beat the sentry senseless and go blundering into the wild with a trail of exasperated cats on his little white heels (on the contrary, they were actually quite large heels). It was only natural that his mentor Shinefrost had begun to grow impateint with him, and vice versa.

Consequently, Frostpaw was prone to insulting people. Not only was he almost empty in the mental area, but his emotional capacity was sadly lacking as well. He had a habit, per se, of creating both rude nicknames (Fatbelly, for example) and referring to cats' pasts - he had even taking to calling his mentor a kittypet, as was per her original non-Clan heritage.

TBC