Quotes About Belonging

but kittypets cant be warriors! they dont have warrior blood! " -greystripe

We were outcasts for a while, that's all.

You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?

Don't forget that my mother wasn't Clanborn, either. RiverClan won't forget it, that's for sure, but it doesn't make me weak or stupid.

Hello, Mother." Squirrelflight blinked. Mother? Had he once been part of this group?

It doesn't matter which of Whitewing's kits is the one. There are still three of us!

He was a true ThunderClan apprentice now.

What if I'm a rogue, too? Will they all turn against me?

As if we're suddenly going to turn disloyal because we've found out our father is a WindClan warrior! Who'd want to join those scrawny rabbit-munchers?

There may be no ShadowClan to join.

know where I belong, he thought. It's with you, you grouchy, difficult, dedicated furball. And with ThunderClan.

We're Clan cats. It's what we do.

From now on, SkyClan is not one of us," Wind Runner showed her teeth. "They do not exist. They must survive alone.

I like my name," Boulder announced, obviously unaware that he had done anything unusual. "Can I keep it?" The Clan leader paused for a couple of heartbeats. Finally, to Yellowfang's surprise, he nodded. "Very well. From this time on you will be known as Boulder.

Welcome. Your apprentice name will be Deadpaw," Heatherstar announced. "Deadpaw?" Meadowslip's gasp rang over the hollow. "Heatherstar, no! You can't name him because of what's wrong with him!

We can't go on like this, Leafpool. We'll never be together unless we leave our Clans.

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 each world.

trær er noe av det fineste jeg vet. vann og trær og jenter. jeg pleide å klatre hele dagene. og ofte satt jeg bare stille, øverst i et tre. i flere timer. når løvverket var tett om sommeren, kunne ingen se meg. jeg kunne se alle, men ingen kunne se meg. jeg følte at jeg var langt borte. og når jeg klatret ned, var det litt som å komme hjem etter en lang reise

Jsme Norové a jsme všichni divní. A protože všichni jsou divní, je svým zp?sobem normální být divný, proto záv?r zní, že nikdo z nás není divný. Jsme jen Norové.

Families aren't easy to join. They're like an exclusive country club where membership makes impossible demands and the dues for an outsider are exorbitant.

I can still see those penetrating landscapes of my youth. I well know that I belong to them, that what little of love and truth is in me comes to me from their tranquil delights.

Sitting alone in the dark, watching the show on my laptop, I always found myself imagining that I lived in that warm, well-lit house, and that those smiling, understanding people were my family. That there was nothing so wrong in the world that we couldn't sort it out by the end of a single half-hour episode (or maybe a two-parter, if it was something really serious).

Year after year, my eyes would scan the lunchroom like a T-1000, searching for a clique that might accept me.