Quotes About Forest

Firestar was the hero who had saved the forest

Because I did. Many moons ago, before we left the forest." "But you never lived in the forest!" "Once I did." Cinderpaw's blue eyes sparkled with starlight. "But I have returned to tread a different path, the path of a warrior

No!" Firestar yowled, but there was no response from the forest, just the steady whisper of blood lapping hungrily at his fur.

Stormfur felt ice creeping along his limbs as he recalled Midnight's dreadful message. Twolegs were destroying the forest to make a new Thunderpath. All the Clans would have to leave, and it was the task of StarClan's chosen cats to warn them and lead them to a new home.

Lionpaw hesitated. "Why are we here?" "I left something here," Jaypaw explained. "I need to drag it into the trees. I want to keep it safe from the lake." "What?" "A stick." "A stick?" "Yes!

She says StarClan can't possibly understand the forest anymore.

I . . . I tried to tell Tigerstar that Scourge was dangerous, but neither of us imagined what he could do. Tigerstar offered Scourge a share of the forest if he would bring his cats to help him fight. He thought that once he'd made all the other Clans join TigerClan he could get rid of BloodClan.

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.

surprised a fox.

didn't hamper the rebuilding of the camp. In fact Fireheart welcomed the cleansing rain that would wash the ash into the soil and help the forest to recover. But this morning the sun shone high

On the other side, beyond the gap that led into the stone hollow, the unknown forest lay waiting. No—ThunderClan's new territory lay waiting.

Fireheart couldn't bear to see her in such low spirits. "I'll take you out into the forest again," he promised. "We'll find the oldest, slowest mouse in the woods. It won't stand a chance against you.

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.

The forest had disappeared. He was inside a hot and airless kitchen, curled in his bed. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the smooth, hard floor. The noise had been the rattle of hard, dried pellets of food as they were tipped into his dish. Rusty had been dreaming.

Squirrelflight was fire. She had enough energy to scorch every tree in the forest, and a tongue that could leave scars in beech bark.

The sunset of the forest had given the signal to robin and tanager to begin their vesper song. The sunset of the mount had issued the dew-time call that conjures out of the caves and hollow trees the smallest of the winged Brownie folk, whose kingdom is the twilight and whose dance hall is high above the tree-tops.

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The forest fleer has been expelled from society, the anarch has expelled society from himself. He is and remains his own master in all circumstances. When he decides to flee to the forest, his decision is less an issue of justice and conscience for him than a traffic accident. He changes camouflage; of course, his alien status is more obvious in the forest flight, thereby making it the weaker form, though perhaps indispensable.

De los prodigios del bosque aquél era sin duda el mejor: la sensibilización de todos los sentidos aletargados en la ciudad, la consciencia de todas las partes de su cuerpo, aun las más íntimas o pequeñas.

And the man then said Oh, please: Just let me know if you come upon bark textures that recall the erosion patterns of human hope...And then he disappeared behind a tree...and the forest fell into silence...

I perform in opera houses in the centres of big cities. We live in 20 acres of forest. You need that space to recover and renew.

The Forest of Arden, where I grew up, is where 'As You Like It' is set. It was idyllic.

This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn

In battle, in the forest, at the precipice in the mountains, On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows, In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame, The good deeds a man has done before defend him.