Quotes About Forest

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

Honestly, you're as bad as Firestar," Cloudtail went on. "When he slept in here he was always muttering and twitching in his sleep. A cat couldn't get a good night's rest for all the prey in the forest.

The forest stretched away before him. Beneath his paws he could feel the crisp crackle of newly fallen leaves. Silverpelt glittered in the sky like morning dew scattered on black fur.

One less traitor in the forest.

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.

Didn't you see the bramble thicket in front of you?" "Oh, sure," Ivypool muttered. "I just walked into it for fun.

I see you're more accustomed to forest hunting." Hawkfrost's condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. "Haven't you got anything better to do?" she challenged him. "Like hunt for your own Clan?" "I've already caught three mice and a thrush," he meowed. "I think I have earned a rest.

Brackenfur's purring faltered and his eyes looked troubled. "You should have been with me," he murmured, gently nosing her injured leg. "No, I'm fine as I am," Cinderpaw insisted. "You'll have to be a warrior for both of us. And I'll have to settle for being the greatest medicine cat this forest has ever seen!

THUNDERCLAN

So now you're fighting on the side of Tigerstar's murderer?" he taunted Darkstripe. "Have you no loyalty in you?" "Not any more," Darkstirpe snarled. "Every cat in the foresst can turn into crowfood for all I care. All I want is to see you dead.

I wondered about making hunting patrols bring each piece of prey back to camp as soon as they catch it, instead of bringing back a whole day's hunting in one go." "Wouldn't that make hunting harder?" Bristlefrost ventured. Bramblestar narrowed his eyes. "But I worry that, when warriors are out in the forest too long, they forget that Clan rules apply to them.

There is no Clan in the forest so true or so brave. I respect and admire the other Clans, but my heart is here, with ThunderClan- the Clan of heroes, the Clan of compassion, the Clan of destiny.

Right, let's see if we've frightened off all the prey in the forest

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

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

Bluestar told me, 'Four will become two. Lion and tiger will meet in battle, and blood will rule the forest,'" Firestar finished. "And then blood oozed out of the hill of bones and started to fill the hollow. Blood everywhere . . . Cinderpelt, what does it all mean?

THE PROPHECIES BEGIN Book One: Into the Wild Book Two: Fire and Ice Book Three: Forest of Secrets Book Four: Rising Storm Book Five: A Dangerous Path Book Six: The Darkest Hour THE NEW PROPHECY Book One: Midnight Book Two: Moonrise Book Three: Dawn Book Four: Starlight Book Five:

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

The whole of the forest was theirs, and in their minds, there was a single instinct. "Kill! Kill!

But sometimes I don't believe there'll be any peace in the forest until Tigerstar is dead.

Brokenstar had not just brought chaos to his own Clan—he had driven the whole of WindClan from their camp, right out of Clan territory. He had been a dark shadow in the forest since before Fireheart had left his kittypet life to join ThunderClan.

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 knew it really," she mewed. "It's just that sometimes I dream about being in the forest, hunting with Brackenpaw, and then I wake up and the pain in my leg reminds me I'll never hunt again. It feels too much to bear. I have to pretend that maybe, one day, I'll be able to hunt.