Quotes About Grief

The worst bit of the dream," Pebble Heart murmured as his breathing slowed. "Was that you were gone." "Hush." Gray Wing's belly tightened. "Turtle Tail was gone too. We were alone. Just me and Sparrow Fur and Owl Eyes. We were all alone.

skidded to the other side and disappeared into the pines. Pelt bristling, eyes wide, Snowfur streaked after them, over the oily Thunderpath. Bluefur froze. A monster was roaring straight at Snowfur. Without slowing down, it slammed into her body. Bluefur heard the dull thump, then the howl of the monster as it thundered away, leaving Snowfur's body lying like a wet leaf at the edge of the Thunderpath. "No!

I know what it's like to lose kits, Oakheart, I wouldn't wish that kind of grief on any cat.

Rowankit was the sweetest of all my kits," Dovewing was saying, her voice hoarse. "While his littermate was eager to play, eager to explore the camp, Rowankit was always content to be snuggled up to my belly." Dovewing blinked. "I know I'll still reach for him in my sleep. I just can't believe he's gone.

Graystripe's gone?" Firestar whispered. He sat down, drawing his tail around him. Leafpaw's legs trembled. Her father had never seemed so far away, so far beyond her reach to comfort him.

Don't you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail's death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

He hoped the white cat would not have to suffer the pain he had felt when Spottedleaf died, or Graystripe's when he lost Silverstream.

Nu putea îndura s?-i aud? tristeÈ›ea din voce; p?rea c? pierduse ceva preÈ›ios.

his first dawn without Willowbreeze. He could hardly believe the

Ashfur broke his neck," she mewed bleakly. "I'm sorry to say that he's dead.

Silverstream!" Graystripe reared up and flung back his head. His wails of grief split the quiet air. "Silverstream!

Eeltail and Splashfoot were standing over three small dark shapes. Eeltail looked up, her eyes brimming with pity. "I'm so sorry," she mewed. "We couldn't save them.

Clear Sky's shoulders drooped. "I just want us to be together, like we used to be. Fluttering Bird wants it too." Thunder felt a surge of sympathy. Was his father still grieving for the young sister he'd lost? "What if you're wrong?" "I'm not.

Half Moon made no response, except to reach out her tail and rest it on her old friend's shoulder.

Wormcat?" Shrewclaw rasped weakly. "Avenge Brackenwing for me.

This one is for Ferncloud," Dewpaw continued. "She was killed by Brokenstar when she was defending the kits in the nursery. And this is Sorreltail. She hid her wounds because she wanted to take care of the kits, but she died just when we thought we had won. She was the bravest of all.

Crowfeather might almost have thought that his son was dead, except for the faint rise and fall of his chest and the blood that was still trickling from his belly wound and many others.

Tallkit backed away as their dark brown pelts scuffed the snow. It must be fun to have a littermate to play fight with. If only Finchkit hadn't died.

Swiftpaw had been killed and Lostface injured.

As he looked across to the opposite bank a cold claw sank into his heart. Sandstorm was gone.

It was hard to believe that the injured she-cat had recovered from a bout of greencough that had killed Toadstep, Icecloud, and Hazeltail.

After Goldenflower had padded away, Fireheart stepped forward and leaned down to lick Runningwind's dull pelt. "I will avenge your death," he promised softly. As he backed away, he saw a figure step forward from

You're obsessed with the past," Jaypaw warned her. "You want to make sure everything turns out the way you think it should." "I just want to do what's right." "You can't always do the right thing. No matter how much you want to." "I know." Grief pulsed from his mentor, sharper and deeper than Jaypaw expected. "But I'll always try.