Quotes About Instinct

Fear can be passed on to others and, similar to fear of flying, its smell can be sensed by people in outlandish places or fussy situations. Its apprehension may be nasal or actuated through our brain, our memory or the sensorial spread, and not at the least through a sixth sense. (One could still feel the smell of fear )

follow your heart! (sppotedleafs motto)

Pack pack kill kill

Bah, nunca lo entenderás —suspiró Zarpa Gris—. Tú no naciste en libertad. Eso marca la diferencia. Hay que nacer con sangre guerrera en las venas, o con la sensación del viento en los bigotes. Los mininos nacidos en hogares de Dos Patas nunca podrán sentir lo mismo.

Gray Wing noticed a nick in the kittypet's ear and felt a flicker of satisfaction.

Warriors think with their claws, not their heads.

Bluestar was gnawing a fat pigeon.

He'd die of hunger in a week, if a fox or a gang of crows didn't kill him first.

Brackenfur arched his back against the bracken fronds

his flanks were tucked up with hunger.

You listen to your belly when it's hungry and your throat when it's thirsty. Why not be guided by your heart when it speaks to you?

But we have to eat first!" Squirrelpaw wailed. "My belly is growling louder than a monster on the Thunderpath! I could eat a fox, fur and all.

It'll be easier for her to travel with the kits inside her belly than outside," he meowed matter-of-factly.

buffeting her fur

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

And what does the code tell you to do when you catch prey?" Dewspring asked. His words made Rootpaw think of sinking his teeth into a nice juicy mouse. His jaws watered. "Eat it," he replied.

Goosefeather padded to a smooth silver birch and started tearing off strips of the bark with deft claws.

Firepaw crouched down and took a large bite from the mouse. It was juicy and tender, and sang with the flavors of the forest.

It's kill or be killed, hunt or starve. There's no room for weakness.

she flicked an ear lazily to dislodge a small insect that had mistaken her for a blade of grass.

But we haven't paid anything like enough attention to another consequence of being omnivores, which is that eating is not something we are born instinctively knowing how to do, like breathing. It is something we learn.

Hunger - this mechanism that we suppose to be so basic - turns out to be one of the more intricate bodily impulses.

It's a chancy business, taking our cues about how much to consume from our surroundings.

After all, as omnivores, we were not born knowing what to eat. We all had to learn it, every one of us, as children sitting expectantly, waiting to be fed.