Quotes About Warriors

Thornclaw: Stemkit and Plumkit prefer to hang around the medicine den. Leafpool: I expect Jayfeather isn't too pleased. Thornclaw: No, but Alderheart says he enjoys having something to complain about. A twinge of homesickness jabbed Twigpaw's heart. Jayfeather used to complain about her.

Two Clans of purebred warriors

Graystripe is the best!

He sends scouts ahead when he goes on patrol. He's set a permanent guard at the camp entrance. He's enforcing every rule. Half the Clan is on punishment duty for breaking one code or another." He glanced over his shoulder. "Everyone's scared they'll be reported. The warriors are so tense they hardly speak to one another, and the apprentices act like they're walking on quails' eggs.

It'll be great having them in our den," Mousewhisker put in. "It might stop the old warriors from hogging the best nests and stealing all the softest moss." Graystripe purred with amusement. "We old warriors need the soft moss for our poor ancient bones.

They were no longer fearsome warriors, but ordinary cats who had no place in the forest: slower than WindClan, duller than RiverClan, scrawnier than ShadowClan. All their menace was gone, and with a cry of triumph the forest cats surged after them and chased them out of the hollow.

Whitestorm and Mousefur took the apprentices out," Runningwind explained. "All of the apprentices—more fool them! They're hunting fresh-kill for the elders.

I'll be proud to stand with the warriors of ThunderClan and fight him to the death.

but kittypets cant be warriors! they dont have warrior blood! " -greystripe

Firestar saw a small, light brown tabby she-cat shouldering her way through the warriors until she reached the gray-and-white cat. "Let me speak to StarClan," she begged. "They might know of a place for us." The cat rounded on her. "No, Fawnstep!" he spat. "Our warrior ancestors have failed us. As far as we're concerned, StarClan no longer exist." He

Warriors should suffer their pain silently," growled Tigerclaw. He looked Ravenpaw straight in the eye. "You need to learn to hold your tongue." Ravenpaw flinched and dropped his eyes to the ground. "Tigerclaw's a bit grumpy today," Graypaw whispered into Firepaw's ear.

Bluekit's paws buckled as the plump squirrel rolled off the top of the pile and flattened her. Ooof! Purrs of amusement erupted from the two warriors beside the nettle patch. "I've never seen fresh-kill attack a cat before!" meowed one of them. "Careful!" warned the other warrior. "All that fluff might choke you!

Just my luck. My first day, and I manage to annoy one of the senior warriors!

CINDERHEART—gray tabby she-cat LIONBLAZE—golden tabby tom with amber eyes

I'm here to heal you. If you want sympathy, go to the nursery." Jaypaw padded to the back of the den. Warriors! They might be brave in battle, but one thorn and they squealed like kits.

SHIMMERPELT—silver she-cat LIZARDTAIL—light brown tom

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. "These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan," she murmured. "I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life." The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. "And ThunderClan thanks you," he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when the Clans realize that they share these perfect warriors!

Mousewhisker: I just hope hunting in the wind doesn't make us as stunted as WindClan warriors. Leafpool: WindClan warriors are only smaller because their ancestors are smaller, not because of the wind. Mousewhisker: So what made their ancestors smaller? Leafpool: *shrugs* Only StarClan knows. Mousewhisker: It was probably the wind.

More sense than a kit?" Stormfur took another step forward until he stood right on the border. "That must make you so proud. You're really fierce warriors, I can see that.

rogues?" Rosepetal sounded shocked. Sometimes

We're going to be warriors!

It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us.

Warriors should suffer their pain silently.

I stared at the ahosi. It was said that in battle they wore silk skirts and pretty coral necklaces and that their knives left wounds like love blisters on the throats of their enemies.