Quotes About Community

You must be hungry," Goosefeather went on. "Go get something to eat." He glanced at Featherwhisker. "You may as well go, too, and while you're at the fresh-kill pile, you can bring me back a morsel to eat. I've had a busy morning." Bluefur glanced around at the clearing. It was scattered with herbs lying amid fallen leaves, and a patch of grass was flattened in one corner where the sun pooled. It was the exact shape of a plump medicine cat. Busy? Huh.

What's the matter? Shadowclan attacking? Starclan walking among us?

They have to go to the mountains," he whispered. "They will become the Tribe of Rushing Water.

We are not allowed to have kits because we are supposed to love all our Clanmates equally, and the first Clan cats were afraid that we could treat our own kin ahead of any others. But when your kits are born, Leafpool, you will learn that your heart has space in it to love more than you could possibly imagine. Loving your kits does not mean you have less love for your Clan.

With this life I give you pride, so that you may know your own worth and the worth of your Clan.

Well, I am sure, for we do not achieve this by ourselves, but by the strength of StarClan within us.

Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!

I understand now, Fluttering Bird! I must draw the cats close—together once more—so that we can grow strong and spread like the Blazing Star.

This will not be the end of the clans as long as I have breath in my body" ~jayfeather

A strong Clan depends on strong warriors

If Graystripe is a traitor," she meowed, with all the ice of leaf-bare in her voice, "then he's just the same as the rest of you. The Clan is full of traitors, so one more won't make any difference.

And once RiverClan gets to know them, those cats will feel the same!

Just what I'd expect from ThunderClan. Thinking they should keep this secret to themselves—that they're the only Clan that matters!

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.

What the Tribe needs is the warrior code, and we're going to teach it to them!

Bramblestar padded forward until he stood at the very edge of the Highledge. "I have decided to give up my leadership," he told his Clan.

As a senior warrior, I sleep in the center of the group, where it's warmest.

The elders are grumpy, the warriors are bossy, and the kits are a nuisance," Hollypaw replied with her mouth full. "Pretty much the same as us.

With his body dead, they might never get the real Bramblestar back—and ThunderClan would be ripped apart for good.

Are you and Runningnose going to sit there gossiping all day like a couple of elders?

Hey!" A paw prodded him in the side. "Go and catch me some prey, flea-pelt." Turtle Tail was awake, her green eyes alight with mischief. Gray Wing let out a snort of laughter. "Who are you calling flea-pelt? Okay, okay, I'm going.

We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With

Leafstar had her own litter, Firekit, Stormkit, and Harrykit, and rescued them when a well-meaning elderly Twoleg took them to her den. Her mate, Billystorm, realized how much his family meant to him after this and decided to stay in the gorge forever. Perhaps the only fatal mistake Leafstar made was sending away the would-be warrior Sol; fatal not for her Clan, but for the Clans far away that she had never met.

There is room for all tonight, a whispering breeze sang into Jaypaw's ears. The voices had come to welcome him. He wondered if they welcomed the others, too.