Quotes About Family

I'm glad he's not my father, she thought.

Squirrelflight and Leafpool had loved her.

She would have given up every Gathering from now until she went to join StarClan, if only she could have been sure that her sister was safe.

We are not allowed to have kits because we are supposed to love all our Clanmates equally, and the first Clan cats were afraid that we could treat our own kin ahead of any others. But when your kits are born, Leafpool, you will learn that your heart has space in it to love more than you could possibly imagine. Loving your kits does not mean you have less love for your Clan.

Above them, the eagle folded its wings and started to drop toward the ground. "Birchkit!" Ferncloud's shriek tore through the air.

and not a day goes by when I don't think of Silverstream, Feathertail, and Stormfur. But I have no quarrel with StarClan for the path they chose for me, and I'm proud of all my kits. Blossomfall for her courage and skill in battle; Bumblestripe for his loyalty and compassion; and Briarlight for her bravery, her humbling spirit, and her hopefulness. I shall be watching all of you from the elders' den; you can be sure of that.

We're not weak," Tigerstar snapped. "I'm not letting Rowankit suffer for the sake of ShadowClan pride.

How are your kits?" he asked. Graystripe purred proudly. "They're wonderful!" he eclared. "The she-kit is just like her mothe, every bit as beautiful and with the same temper! She gives her den mother quite a bit trouble, but every cat loves her. Especially Crookedstar. The tom is more easygoing, happy whatever he's doing." "Like his father," remarked Fireheart. "And almost as handsome," boasted Graystripe, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

I would give my last drop of blood to save your kit," Leafpool meowed softly to Crowfeather. "You know that.

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.

HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Breezepelt's kits: Woodkit, a brown she-kit, and Applekit, a yellow tabby she-kit)

Hollyleaf leaped forward at the final moment, taking Hawkfrost's death blow and saving Ivypool's life.

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.

look after you when you needed me. Gray Wing did. He was more of a father to you than I ever was, and I'm grateful to him for that.

Crookedkit purred, his jealousy melting. He loved Oakpaw too much to want anything less than the best for him. He just wished Rainflower loved them equally. Oakpaw

Stop!" Fireheart yowled. "You can't harm Bluestar—she's your mother!

I wish I hadn't saved you!" he blurted out. "I wish I'd gone for my brother first. Then maybe he'd still be alive!

Your father killed Firestar in the Dark Forest. You must be so proud of him!

Maybe Breezepaw wouldn't be such an annoying furball if he had Brambleclaw for a father instead of Crowfeather.

Lionblaze waved his tail and bounded across the clearing toward Ashfur. Yes, he loved his father, even if he was a bossy old furball!

kit—and ginger, like the she-cat beside him. The she-cat nodded to her. "I'm Furze," she said, "and this is my kit, Creek.

Nightcloud is a tough warrior. If she thought the stoats were a threat to Breezepelt, she would have fought to defend him—to her last breath if she had to. And maybe she did.

How could she be scared of her own brother?

two young ginger-and-white she-cats sharing a thrush a tail-length away. "They're Flurry and Sparrow. Hawk's their mother.