Quotes About WindClan

WindClan has traveled a long time. It's nearly a moon since ShadowClan drove us from our home. The weather is turning colder, and leaf-bare will be here soon. We have no choice but to stay.

Tallstar stiffened and his neck fur bristled. 'Windclan was driven from the forest once,' he hissed. 'Never again. Our territory is ours, and we'll fight for it. Is Thunderclan with us?

Two Windclan apprentices were wandering toward them. Fireheart twitched his ears to warn his friends they had an audience. "Oh, yes," meowed Ravenpaw, raising his voice. "We loners eat Clan apprentices whenever we can catch one.

WindClan has traveled a long time. It's nearly a moon since ShadowClan drove us from our home. The weather is turning colder, and leaf-bare will be here soon. We have no choice but to stay.

One of the apprentices whispered loudly, "I'm not surprised he wants to hide in a Twoleg nest—once a kittypet, always a kittypet." Fireheart bristled. He hadn't heard that insult for several moons. But the story that a kittypet had joined a Clan must have made rich gossip at any Gathering. Of course WindClan would know. He whipped around and glared at the apprentice. "You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?

WindClan territory

Pity," Lionpaw commented as the WindClan apprentice caught up to him. "I was looking forward to seeing you bounce all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

WindClan!" Heatherstar beckoned her Clanmates forward with a flick of her tail. "Talltail has something to say.

I'm not surprised he wants to hide in a Twoleg nest—once a kittypet, always a kittypet." Fireheart bristled. He hadn't heard that insult for several moons. But the story that a kittypet had joined a Clan must have made rich gossip at any Gathering. Of course WindClan would know. He whipped around and glared at the apprentice. "You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?

Brokenstar had not just brought chaos to his own Clan—he had driven the whole of WindClan from their camp, right out of Clan territory. He had been a dark shadow in the forest since before Fireheart had left his kittypet life to join ThunderClan.

And what do you know about it?" Crowpaw growled. "In WindClan, apprentices know when to keep their mouths shut." "Oh, so you'll be quiet from now on?" Squirrelpaw mewed cheekily. "Good.

WindClan has also thrived, despite the weather," Harespring announced.

Good, WindClan is here," he mewed. "Let's go and meet them.

Which is why taking control of their Clan won't be a problem. Those weak fools in WindClan are so used to taking orders from ThunderClan that they'll hardly notice the difference.

This feels like WindClan territory," Foxleap grumbled. "I don't like it." Dovewing murmured agreement.

Heatherstar of WindClan told this ridiculous story

If it's on WindClan territory it becomes our prey!" Tornear snapped. "Squirrels have always been ThunderClan prey!" Dustpelt stopped pacing and let the fur stand up on his neck. "Is that part of the warrior code?" sneered Tornear. He took a step forward, his eyes glittering.

Cats who didn't want to attack WindClan, Lionblaze realized. Firestar isn't taking any risks.

She was a beautiful cat, Flamepaw thought, with the typical wiry WindClan body and sleek black fur. Sure, her name suits her perfectly, he told himself, stifling a sigh.

We are the closest Clan to StarClan, spiritually and physically, and we always know our warrior ancestors are watching over us. That is what makes us strong. No matter what trials we must endure, WindClan will last forever.

Talltail of WindClan nodded to one of his Clanmates. "Sounds like they're handling the situation well." Hailstar

Mousewhisker: I just hope hunting in the wind doesn't make us as stunted as WindClan warriors. Leafpool: WindClan warriors are only smaller because their ancestors are smaller, not because of the wind. Mousewhisker: So what made their ancestors smaller? Leafpool: *shrugs* Only StarClan knows. Mousewhisker: It was probably the wind.

Without their friendship, every cat in WindClan would be crow-food by now.

They returned to the camp, and Crowfeather curled up in his nest. In spite of Onestar's misgivings, he felt at peace. WindClan had learned a lesson: We must trust the other Clans.