Quotes About Legacy

It was his cunning, this confidence and farsightedness in dealing with his own Clan, that made Crookedstar one of the strongest leaders the Clans have ever seen.

CinderHeart: You're the one that changed every thing. LoinBlaze: No. This was all decided before I was born.

This will not be the end of the Clans. As long as I have breath in body, the Clans will be safe.

For a moment Bramblestar thought that he could see Firestar and Dustpelt weaving around the two new-made elders, the four cats united again. But before he could be certain, the image faded.

Kill me. Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

He gave his life to save the thing that mattered most to him: his Clanmates," he meowed softly. "He truly has the stars at his paws now. You will see him again, when it is time.

Our elders, and our elders' kin, and their kin before them, fought to keep Sunningrocks in our territory. Many of them lost their lives, giving up their last breath for stones that belong to us. Can we give up where they did not, turn tail and flee when they kept fighting so that their kits could hunt and play and bask on these rocks? Will you fight with me now, in honor of all our elders and all our unborn kits?

She's a skilled and swift fight, and I know she'll pass on her training on to you.

I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.

Firestar and Dustpelt were dead; Graystripe and Sandstorm were the last remaining cats of their generation.

There was no more need to cling to her last life. Firestar would kindle a new flame and blaze through the forest in her place. ThunderClan was safe. She closed her eyes and gave way to dizzying blackness.

Spirits of cats who have gone before," Moony mewed, "I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

Your Clan is safe for now. But there will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws.

Before I go to StarClan, there is something I must do." His voice was stronger now. "Firestar, Onewhisker, listen. Mudclaw is a brave warrior, but he is not the right cat to lead WindClan. In these last moons we have learned that the future of our Clans lies in friendship. I want no rivalry between WindClan and ThunderClan after I am gone. We must have no enemies. But this will not happen if Mudclaw rules the Clan.

You will be a great leader." Bluestar's voice was the merest whisper. "One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan.

Here lies Finpaw's tail," Finpaw mewed solemnly. "It died protecting its Clan." "Perhaps it's in StarClan right now, lying in the sunshine," Twigpaw joked. "There must be other tails there. I hope it's made friends," Finpaw mewed. Twigpaw nudged his shoulder fondly with her nose. "You've got bees in your brain." "You started it.

Too late," Whitestorm breathed. "I go to hunt with StarClan." "You can't—the Clan needs you! I need you!

Before I tell you about your father," Fireheart began, "I want you to remember that ThunderClan is proud of you. You'll both make fine warriors. What I'm going to say now won't make any difference to that.

Turtle Tail, I know you'll always be with me," he called. "You waited a long time for our love to grow and it won't die now. I'll fight for you, Turtle Tail, and I'll make sure that your kits have a future on the moor, safe among friends." The clouds touched, becoming one. "I will not fail you.

I don't remember much about my life," he confessed. "I vaguely remember that I wasn't the nicest cat. Well, if I had been, I wouldn't have ended up here, would I? When I was alive, I know I cared a lot about power. But what does that power mean now?" He shrugged. "Nothing. When you spend forever slinking through a dark and dying forest, alone, you realize how little power you ever had.

Fallen Leaves nodded. "Go well," he murmured. "I will never forget you, Hollyleaf.

Stonetooth took his place. "I give you a life for duty," he meowed. "Remember what you owe to your Clan as well as what your Clan owes to you." He touched noses with Brokentail, who flexed his claws briefly and then was still.

I'm not frightened of joining StarClan," Crowpaw spat back. "The forest is dying anyway. At least in StarClan, Feathertail will be waiting for me!