Quotes About Fireheart

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.

And with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that the new leader of ShadowClan was Tigerclaw.

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?

Ravenpaw dipped his head. "Even if we aren't Clanmates anymore, you will always have my friendship and loyalty." Fireheart blinked away the emotion that clouded his eyes.

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

The new deputy will be Fireheart

Cinderpaw rolled onto her back with a dramatic moan. "Suffering can do that to a cat!" Fireheart prodded her stomach with a paw, and Cinderpaw squeaked before scrambling back onto her side.

What are you doing here?" "Looking for Cinderpelt," answered Fireheart. "Why? What do you want now?" Cinderpekt's mew sounded from inside her fern nest, and her grey head popped out. "Is that any way to great your deputy?" Yellowfang scolded, her eyes glinting with amusement. "It is when he disturbs my sleep," retorted Cinderpelt.

Fireheart turned and saw Darkstripe craning his neck beside him, but their view was blocked by the other cats peering and rearing up on their hind legs to get a look at ShadowClan's new leader as he passed through the crowd. Darkstripe's ears suddenly pricked with surprise. The striped warrior was staring up at the Great Rock, his eyes glittering with barely suppressed excitement. Fireheart twisted his head to see what had prompted such a strong reaction from his Clanmate.

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.

He had sworn undying vengeance as he was sent into exile, and Fireheart was sure that his bloodthirsty attempt to set the dog pack on the cats of ThunderClan would not be his last attempt to fulfill his oath.

I know, Fireheart. You've always been loyal, not like those others." As if the strength of her fury had exhausted her, she limped back to her bedding.

Tigerstar bristled. "Fireheart." He curled his lip. "Don't you mean Rusty? That was his kittypet name." There was rage in his mew. "He's the reason I left ThunderClan. I'm a warrior. How could I stay in a Clan that respects a kittypet?

Cloudkit was sitting under the yew bush with a couple of his littermates, explaining importantly that those were deathberries, and they must never, never eat them. Feeling amused by the young kit's seriousness, Fireheart meowed a greeting as he went by.

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.

Fireheart had left his kittypet life to join ThunderClan

Fireheart, of course not. But . . . well, I think there might be something wrong with Snowkit.

What if we come across Tigerstar?" asked Sandstorm. "A cat from another Clan on our territory?" Fireheart bared his teeth. "Yes, you can attack him." Cloudtail let out a growl of satisfaction. Gulping down the last of his fresh-kill, Fireheart led the

Fireheart's fur prickled with fear of the picture she painted.

Good fight last night," Mousefur rasped beside him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It almost made up for missing out on a battle." Fireheart scowled as Dustpaw added, "Yeah! Nice moves, Fireheart—for a kittypet.

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.

As Fireheart murmured sympathetically and said his good-byes to Mistyfoot, he couldn't help feeling that trouble was still in store for both Clans because of Bluestar's secret.

Green eyes met green eyes for a long moment; then Fireheart turned and crept warily through the trees. He

No, Fireheart, of course not. But . . . well, I think there might be something wrong with Snowkit.