"Please, don't make my mistake. If a cat needs help you help them, got it Icekit?"
That was what his mother had told him after she denied help to a Loner. They later learned that the same Loner froze to death that Leafbare. His mother, Frostfall, a pure white cat like him, had not taken it well. She thought it was horrid what she had caused. She tried to raise Icekit as a loyal Thunderclan cat, and to always help any cat if he could. It didn't work very well though. One day, after he became an apprentice, another young kit asked him to show her through the woods, even though she was still living in the nursery. He agreed, and he showed her what parts he knew. Near the end of the 'tour', they were at the top of the rock wall at the back of the Thunderclan camp, though neither of them realized it. The young she-cat slipped on a loose rock and, after mere moments, was hanging on the edge, far above the medicine den. Icepaw tried to dive and grab her scruff, but he wasn't fast enough. Her paws slipped and she fell. Icepaw was destroyed by what he had caused.
He ran away from Thunderclan the same day. He was afraid it would just get worse if he stayed. He left for the far away mountains he had heard about. He told no one. This is his story.
So here's the story of this. . . story. Originally I was planning to write a one-shot based off of a dream I had. It was. . . quite something. But that didn't work so here it is! Any ideas of how this could continue would be appreciated!