Quotes About Cats

Why did Tigerheart want to see Dovepaw anyway? Did he have a crush on her?

Cats who didn't want to attack WindClan, Lionblaze realized. Firestar isn't taking any risks.

I'd hate to be stuck in the medicine den, worrying about sick cats and sorting out piles of old herbs." Jaykit sank his claws into the moss that lined his nest. "I'd much rather be a warrior, patrolling and hunting and fighting in Clan battles!" Hollykit looked at her brother, fierce and proud. Firestar had to let him become a warrior!

Is Gray Wing sick?" Black Ear asked Slate. White Tail lifted his nose knowledgeably. "He's got the sniffles. Reed Tail's been giving him herbs just like the ones he gave me when I had the sniffles.

With this life," said Willow Tail, "I give your heart the grace to forgive all cats, however weak or wrong they may be.

have brought him for you, Fireheart," she meowed

Berrystumpytail?

No cat's going to listen to her lies when

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!

And ShadowClan holds power over there, in the darkest part of the forest," added Graypaw, flicking his head sideways. "The elders say that the cold winds from the north blow over the ShadowClan cats and chill their hearts.

Firestar was carried by Sandstorm, Graystripe, Squirrelflight, and Millie. Dovewing heard the gray tabby she-cat murmur, "We were born as kittypets, but look at us now, my precious friend.

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished.

There was one kittypet . . . a young she-cat called Smoke. She had such soft, gray fur, and such brilliant blue eyes . . . It was like I was staring into pools of pure water!

Un de mes amis m'a averti qu'une bande de chats bizarres trainaient dans les bois, alors j'me suis dit que c'était vous. Mais où sont les autres ? Où est-y donc passé l'apprenti maigrichon qui râlait tout le temps ? » « Ici

A call rang out in Brokenstar's rasping voice. "Let all cats old enough to kill their own enemies gather here!

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished. "Yes." The word was breathed out on a sigh of satisfaction. "Shadowpaw, your name will be remembered for as long as the Clans survive.

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

CLOVERFOOT—gray tabby she-cat RIPPLETAIL—white tom

FEATHERPELT—gray tabby she-cat HOOTWHISKER—dark gray tom

Do you and Barley have kits?" she mewed. "Er, no," Ravenpaw answered.

With this life I give you love," she murmured in her soft voice. "Use it well, for all the cats in your care

I want to honor the cats who entered the Dark Forest to save the Clans with a special title. From now on they will be known as the Lights in the Mist.

With this life I give you love. Use it well for all the cats who look to you for protection.

Then StarClan has brought us to an excellent place," Longtail meowed. "I can easily imagine us building our camp here." Their optimism cheered Brambleclaw up, even though not all the cats shared it.