Quotes About Clans

She turned to look up at Brambleclaw and saw a flicker of something in his amber eyes. Was he feeling jealous? "Oh, Brambleclaw," she breathed. "My heart is with ThunderClan; don't you know that?" She lightly brushed her tail along his flank. "My heart is with you.

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.

ShadowClan will soar above you all!" "Leopard and Tiger will feast on your bones!" "Rivers of blood, washing away everything the Clans have known . . .

The heart of the forest—and the roots of life for the four Clans—had been ripped out. Nothing would ever be the same again.

You wait. I'll be the crankiest elder the Clans have ever seen. Mousefur will seem sweet and gentle next to me!

Whatever happens, no cat will forget that the Clans fought first with their hearts and then with their claws.

There is a darkness coming that not even Starclan can prevent. And when it comes, we will be helpless to protect the Clans. Helpless even to protect ourselves.

Thank you for helping me," Lionblaze began, halting a pace or two in front of Breezepelt. His gaze and his tone were wary. "But why did you? You said I should never have been born. You wanted me dead." Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.

Are you two still on hunting duty?" asked Graypaw innocently. "Never mind. We've been patrolling our territory borders. You'll be glad to know all is safe." "I'm sure the other Clans were terrified when they smelled you two coming!" yowled Dustpaw. "They didn't even dare show their faces," retorted Graypaw, unable to hide his anger.

Sandstorm pressed her flank to Firestar's. "Bluestar was right. Fire did save the Clan." "And now there are four Clans again," Graystripe added. "Just as there should be.

slower than WindClan, duller than RiverClan, scrawnier than ShadowClan.

StarClan gave each Clan the skills it needs to survive in its own territory. RiverClan cats swim well. ThunderClan is good at stalking prey in the undergrowth. SkyClan cats can leap into trees because there's not much cover in their territory.

If wishes were prey, we'd eat like lions come leaf-bare. But we'd die of boredom! You know that's not what the life of the Clans is like. The warrior code guides us through the dark times, the cold and the hunger. And the good times seem all the sweeter for it. Have faith, Bluestar. We'll survive.

The Clans have forgotten the code," the voice whispered. "It has been broken time and time again, and because of the codebreakers, every Clan must pay a price. They must suffer.

We can't let other Clans think we're so weak that we allow WindClan to steal our prey!

BLOODCLAN LEADER SCOURGE—small black tom with one white paw DEPUTY BONE—massive black-and-white tom

Many days had passed since the stoats had attacked the WindClan camp. Most of the injured cats had recovered, though Crowfeather still felt a twinge of pain when he put his weight on his wounded hind leg. Leafpool and Mothwing had returned to their own Clans and now sat close to the Great Oak with their fellow medicine cats.

driven out Bramblestar's spirit and left it to wander the forest, neither living nor dead, the Clans would have to accept that one of their ancestors

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Leafstar had her own litter, Firekit, Stormkit, and Harrykit, and rescued them when a well-meaning elderly Twoleg took them to her den. Her mate, Billystorm, realized how much his family meant to him after this and decided to stay in the gorge forever. Perhaps the only fatal mistake Leafstar made was sending away the would-be warrior Sol; fatal not for her Clan, but for the Clans far away that she had never met.

Something's wrong. There is a darkness coming that not even StarClan can prevent. And when it comes, we will be helpless to protect the Clans. Helpless even to protect ourselves.

The time of the Clans was coming to an end, and he, Lionblaze, and Hollyleaf were the only ones who could save them.

Our clans will join together like a lion to fight the tiger who prowls our forest.

Bluefur gulped down a mouse, burping as Lionpaw jumped to his paws.