Quotes About Cats

Squirrelpaw felt fur brush against hers as Stormfur bounded past. He headed straight for Brook, and the two cats touched noses with such tenderness that Squirrelpaw felt a rush of pity. It was all too clear that Stormfur had more heartbreak ahead of him, when the time came to leave the Tribe she-cat for a second time.

Fireheart recognized Mistyfoot, Silverstream's best friend. He knew she would love these kits as much as her own. But no cat could feel more strongly for Graystripe than Fireheart had, for four long seasons.

SkyClan or cream

Gray Wing noticed a nick in the kittypet's ear and felt a flicker of satisfaction.

But Squirrelpaw had the best idea." Squirrelpaw ducked her head, looking embarrassed. "If ever any of you tell the cats back home that I purred at a Twoleg," she mewed through gritted teeth, "I'll turn you into crow-food, and that's a promise.

You owe these cats nothing," hissed Tigerclaw.

Three young cats, with starlight in their eyes and the whisper of an ancient wind in their fur. Just remember this: power is neither good nor evil, but its user makes it so.

Dustpaw, Sandpaw and Graypaw were play fighting, chasing one another's tails and bundling one another around the clearing.

Twolegs are mad. Even the smallest kit knows that.

WindClan territory

memorial branch had fallen on its side, but it was still visible, poking up out of the water below the Highledge. Brackenfur and Dustpelt waded over to it and dragged it back to the bushes where the other cats waited. "It's not floating very well," Brackenfur

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

Fireheart!" Ravenpaw meowed in delight. "Fireheart," Graystripe corrected him.

training him well, Dewtail." "Dewnose." Dewnose blinked at him. "I'm called Dewnose.

Shadowsight pressed on. "This is what they told me," he insisted. "They showed me a vision of the cats who have broken the code." Kestrelflight's ears flattened. "Which cats?" he demanded. "Crowfeather, Squirrelflight, Jayfeather—

The ginger she-cat behind him is Scarlet, and the silver tabby is O'Hara.

Jaypaw wasn't sure she was right. If the Clan cats failed to drive out the intruders, the Tribe, and the spirits of its ancestors, might have to face a journey of their own.

And about time, too," Cloudtail muttered. "They frightened my fur off the other day, yowling that ShadowClan was attacking us.

Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting.

Thunder sat on his haunches and waited, his gaze grazing the moorland ahead of them. Out there was the other cats' camp. Out there was Gray Wing. Out there was hope.

warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.

They were black, white, and gray, with black around their eyes and white around their muzzles," Leafstar replied. "They walk on four legs like we do, but they can stand on their hind paws like a Twoleg. And they can grip things like a Twoleg, with their front and back paws. Their ears are like ours, but they have short, pointed muzzles like a fox.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths

Blazepaw tipped his head. 'Perhaps the sun is shining in ThunderClan territory.' Strikestone curled his lip. 'The sun always shines on ThunderClan,' he mewed sarcastically.