Quotes About Belonging

You must do whatever you think is best. But I know one thing. Nothing meant more to Graystripe than your friendship and his Clan. Even when he was in RiverClan, he longed to go home. He would want to see ThunderClan as strong as it could possibly be, even if that meant accepting that he's not coming back.

Understand that Bluestar does not make this offer lightly if you wish to train with us, we will have to take you into our Clan. You must either live with us and respect our ways, or return to your Twolegplace and never come back. You cannot live with a paw in each world.

You cannot live with a paw in both worlds

It's never going to be the same," he muttered despondently. "Next newleaf, you'll see," Fireheart replied, trying to cheer him up. He hoped Graystripe was only referring to the damage caused by the fire, and not a sense that he could never recover his old place within the Clan. "Everything will grow back stronger than before.

It's your choice to make, Kallik. I made my choice when I left my homeland. My home is with you now. Wherever we go.

Stormfur dropped the mouse, suddenly looking exhausted. When he lifted his head, his eyes were shadowed with uncertainty. "I've decided to stay with the Tribe.

I'm loyal to my Clan, Lionpaw told himself. I shouldn't have to prove it. But still, the bitter taste of his lie stung in his throat.

I'll always be your friend, Talltail. But I'm a kittypet and you're a warrior. You'll always be a Warrior.

He has a roar like a lion," some cat commented from behind Jayfeather. "Then I'll call him Lion's Roar," Shy Fawn murmured proudly. No, Jayfeather thought. This is Lionblaze. Welcome, brother.

I'm sorry," she began. "I will never forget how you saved my life and gave me somewhere to stay when I thought I had lost everything. You have been a true friend, and I will always be grateful for that. But I don't belong here." "I know," Fallen Leaves meowed. "I always hoped you would stay. I... I never had someone to share my home before. But your Clan needs you more than I do. You must realize that by

Well, where I come from, there are lots of bears like me.

but her voice was actually friendly as she replied. "I'm sorry, Pickle, but I always told you I'm a Clan cat. I belong on the moor." Pickle? Crowfeather thought. What sort of name is that for a cat?

Jayfeather turned toward at him. "Don't you think you should figure out who you are before you decide where you fit in?" His mew was suddenly gentle.

As long as Cloudtail loved me, I was no longer Lostface, but Brightheart.

I'm supposed to be this brilliant ThunderClan warrior, from a line of important ThunderClan warriors—so why do I feel so out of place?

Because I'm a ThunderClan cat like you," she meowed, raising her voice over the pounding of her heart. "My name is Hollyleaf.

I know what it's like to have friends in other Clans. To feel that there's something stronger that your Clan calling you away from home.

Fireheart had been so eager to prove to the Clan that kittypets were as good as forestborn cats, he hadn't even considered that Cloudpaw might prefer life with the Twolegs. Fireheart loved his life in the forest, but he had chosen it for himself. Only now did it occur to him that Cloudpaw had been given to the Clan by his mother, passed along as a kit before he was old enough to make his own decision.

Being a ThunderClan apprentice was the best feeling in the world.

Mickey does what he thinks is right. He can stay loyal to the longpaws as well as to the Pack — don't you see, Lucky? That's just who he is. He wouldn't be Mickey if he forgot the longpaws.

Hey, Wormkit!" Shrewkit called down. "Why don't you tunnel underneath? You're not supposed to be a moor runner like us!

You didn't want me to feel different, so you let me feel like a failure. I've always thought I was just a ... a terrible leopard. I can't jump, can't hunt, not like the others. I've been struggling to keep up my whole life. Different would have been better.

But the grass had grown up again around the tree trunk, thick and luxuriant, making a comfortable home for the elderly cats whose service to the Clan was done.

Oh, that's okay, Graystripe. Actually . . ." Flipclaw hesitated for a moment, looking slightly ashamed of himself. "I've decided to go back to ThunderClan," he admitted at last.