Quotes About Yellowfang

Don't you know medicine cats don't have kits?" hissed Yellowfang furiously. "But I heard you were a warrior before that," Firepaw ventured. "I have no kits!" Yellowfang spat. She snatched her tail away from him and sat up. "Anyway"—her voice suddenly lowered, and she sounded almost wistful—"accidents seem to happen to kits when I'm around them.

Ah, a puny apprentice. Easy prey for Yellowfang

He might have wished us good luck," Graystripe complained. "He probably thinks we don't need it," joked Fireheart as they crossed the clearing toward Yellowfang's den.

Leafpaw felt a tingle spread through her fur. She remembered her own conviction, back when she had been little more than a kit, that it was right for her to heal and comfort her Clanmates, and to interpret the signs of StarClan for them. Has Mothwing felt the same? Leafpaw wondered. Could she have felt the same, if she was not Clanborn? Even Yellowfang, the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, had been forestborn, though ThunderClan had not been the Clan of her birth.

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.

It's poison," Yellowfang went on. "Rat droppings! Only a spineless bag of fur would accept such disgusting frogspawn

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.

You'd better hurry up before Yellowfang demolishes the entire pile.

Has it been raining all night?" "Since just after moonhigh," Firepaw replied. He reached out and prodded her mossy nest cautiously. "Your bedding is soaking wet. Why don't you move nearer to the nursery? It's more sheltered there." "What? And be kept awake all night by those mewling kits! I'd rather get wet!" Yellowfang growled. Firepaw watched her circle stiffly on her mossy bed.