Quotes About Graystripe

Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:...Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?

You idiot!" She spat, flattening her ears. "What are you doing in my territory?" "Drowning?" Replied Graystripe.

You idiot!" She spat, flattening her ears. "What are you doing in my territory?" "Drowning?" Replied Graystripe. "Can't you do that in your own territory?" "Ah, but who would rescue me there?

Where's Feathertail?" Graystripe's gaze flicked past Stormfur as if he expected to see the pale-gray she-cat waiting at the foot of the rocks. Squirrelpaw stared at her paws. Poor, poor Stormfur. He brought the worst news of all, to RiverClan as well as ThunderClan.

Fireheart!" Ravenpaw meowed in delight. "Fireheart," Graystripe corrected him.

Stonefur, couching beside Bluestar's body, let out a purr of amusement. "It's easy to see where Graystripe's loyalties lie," he remarked. "Yes," Mistyfoot agreed. "No cat ever really thought he would stay in RiverClan.

Graystripe shrugged. "Dunno. We've seen nothing of ShadowClan since the floods started. Who knows what they're up to?" "We'll even give you an escort," Nightstar went on, narrowing his eyes. "Just to make sure you get to Fourtrees safely. We wouldn't want ThunderClan to be scared off by an angry mouse, would we?

You idiot!" she spat, flattening her ears. "What are you doing in my territory?" "Drowning?" replied Graystripe.

In a voice that was taut with shock and disbelief, Firestar called a name Lionpaw had only ever heard mentioned in nursery stories. "Graystripe!

You idiot!" she spat, flattening her ears. "What are you doing in my territory?" "Drowning?" replied Graystripe. The silver tabby flicked her ears, and Fireheart saw a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "Can't you drown yourself in your own territory?" Graystripe's whiskers twitched. "Ah, but who would rescue me there?" he rasped.

Graystripe's kit would not make such a decision lightly," Sandstorm put in.

It'll be great having them in our den," Mousewhisker put in. "It might stop the old warriors from hogging the best nests and stealing all the softest moss." Graystripe purred with amusement. "We old warriors need the soft moss for our poor ancient bones.

Bumblekit, Briarkit, and Blossomkit," Graystripe murmured. "Welcome to ThunderClan, my precious children.

Nice job, Graystripe, Graystripe praised himself, withdrawing from the nursery to give the little family some space. New ThunderClan kit welcomed!

Graystripe padded toward Dovewing. Sympathy filled his warm amber gaze. "They must be very handsome," he meowed softly.

It's not up to us to trust him now," Fireheart pointed out. "He's got a new Clan, and Runningnose reported an omen that seemed to say StarClan would be sending them a great new leader. StarClan must know that ShadowClan needs a strong warrior to build them up again after the sickness." Graystripe didn't look convinced. "StarClan sent him?" He snorted. "I'll believe that when hedgehogs fly.