Quotes About Acceptance

But . . . we won't be apprentices again, will we?" Graystripe meowed anxiously. "No." Bluestar allowed a gleam of amusement

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.

With this life," said Willow Tail, "I give your heart the grace to forgive all cats, however weak or wrong they may be.

It's over," Leafpool told them quietly. She squared her shoulders and turned her face to the rising sun. "It's over, and peace has come.

A tabby can't change his stripes." Tallpaw sniffed. "Shrewpaw was born with a burr in his fur.

Fireheart could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

Hollypaw pressed her nose against his cheek. "You're a hero." Could blind cats be heroes? Jaypaw wondered. Perhaps . . .

Only when I get treated like I'm different," Jaypaw replied. "I don't feel any different, so it's really annoying when anyone makes a fuss about my blindness. It's like they feel sorry for me when there's nothing to feel sorry about.

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

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

Will there be a naming ceremony?" Mousefur called from the crowd. Fireheart looked eagerly up at the Highrock. Would his sister's kit be granted this privilege, as he had been when the Clan had formally accepted him? Bluestar looked down at Mousefur, her eyes cold. "No," she answered.

My old life wasn't bad, but it's over, and I'm glad.

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?

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

Honey Pelt didn't argue, but turned away, his tail drooping.

he flinched when Dustpaw leaned toward Sandpaw and whispered, loud enough for Fireheart to hear, "I feel sorry for Fireheart's apprentice. Imagine a Clan cat being trained by a kittypet!" But for once Sandpaw didn't react. She just shot an uncomfortable glance at Fireheart.

You can't tell a cat what his heart should feel.

Sandpaw, it doesn't matter that the line is wobbly. Boundaries aren't whisker-straight, are they?

It takes some cats longer to see past their weaknesses clearly enough to appreciate their strengths

You don't like me the same way I like you. I'll get over it. I'm just disappointed you're not the cat I thought you were.

Being injured isn't bad, he reflected. It's kind of a relief to have to let some other cat take care of me.

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!

wanted to see Honeyfern so much. I miss her more than I can say, and I don't blame her that Berrynose doesn't love me." Poppyfrost let out a shuddering sigh. "I always loved him, even when he was with Honeyfern. But I would never have tried to take him away from her! Then when she died, I thought he might love me after all . . . but he doesn't.