Quotes About Cats

When Jayfeather told me it was going to rain today, he didn't warn me it was going to rain cats!

Oh, Barley. You know me so well. Better than any cat ever has. But there is a secret that I have kept from you without meaning to: I have always been a warrior. I have a loyalty to these cats, and I must fight alongside them, whatever happens.

Bramblestar whipped his head around to face her, a hostile light in his eyes. "You would make excuses for them," he snapped. "You always had a soft spot for weak cats.

She wondered how many lives he had left. Perhaps that's what gave him confidence. Why did only leaders get to have nine lives? Wouldn't it be more useful if StarClan granted every cat nine lives?

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

Sleekpaw says dead cats are dumb. She says StarClan can't possibly understand the forest anymore. They've

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.

The memory of the dream had followed him into sleep. Fluttering Bird wanted the cats to join together. They must be like the Blazing Star and gather like petals around the heart of a flower. He was sure of it. It made sense.

Of course, I mean it. I don't talk for the pleasure of hearing my own voice, unlike some cats. - Yellowfang

Hunting Fish! Not all cats obey the code all the time. For where there are young cats and a

Crookedjaw hopped over Rippleclaw, who was fast asleep, and landed beside Graypaw. The gray apprentice was huddled in the shade of the fallen tree. "Where's Willowpaw?

Hey!" A paw prodded him in the side. "Go and catch me some prey, flea-pelt." Turtle Tail was awake, her green eyes alight with mischief. Gray Wing let out a snort of laughter. "Who are you calling flea-pelt? Okay, okay, I'm going.

Sandpaw, put that fire ant down. No, I don't care that Firepaw might not know what it is. Now is not the right time to show him—and he certainly doesn't need to get bitten by one.

Alderheart shook out his pelt. "They're not traveling in packs tonight," he mewed.

RIVERCLAN FACTS Leader: Mistystar

Mothwing turned to the other medicine cats. "We need to talk. Not you," she added to Shadowsight. "I think it's best if you stay out of this.

With this life I give you loyalty, to your Clan and to the cats who love you.

Cinderpaw can hardly sit still," Hollypaw commented. "Poor Honeypaw looks petrified," Lionpaw whispered. "But Poppypaw looks as calm as a vixen.

I hope it means I'll know things other cats don't." "Like what?" Mischief lit his gaze. "How to speak to Twolegs?" "Don't be stupid!

Firepaw, Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw? Dustpaw, stop trying to push Firepaw into the brambles. I'm not blind; I can see what you're doing. Firepaw, go to the other end of the line. Sandpaw, he does not have fleas! Stand still, all of you.

Dumb moor cats. Anger pulsed beneath Clear Sky's pelt. Always expecting more than they deserve

For once she was telling him a story. "So Firestar—he was Firepaw then—was hunting in the old forest and he came upon this skinny old gray she-cat . . .

If the cold had reached this deep into the forest, it would be bitter on the high moor. And with prey so scarce, the moor cats would surely freeze or starve if they stayed in their hollow. They'd be safer here, sheltered by the trees, hunting together, as Fluttering Bird had ordered.

I just hope the Twolegplace kittypets won't mind us taking their herbs," Lightleap fretted.