Quotes About Twoleg

The newcomer has lost his Twoleg collar in a battle for his honor. StarClan has spoken its approval - this cat has been released from the hold of his Twoleg owners, and is free to join ThunderClan as an apprentice. You look like a brand of fire in the sunlight. From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Firepaw, in honor of his flame-colored coat.

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?

But Squirrelpaw had the best idea." Squirrelpaw ducked her head, looking embarrassed. "If ever any of you tell the cats back home that I purred at a Twoleg," she mewed through gritted teeth, "I'll turn you into crow-food, and that's a promise.

we'll end up in the Twoleg horseplace

They were black, white, and gray, with black around their eyes and white around their muzzles," Leafstar replied. "They walk on four legs like we do, but they can stand on their hind paws like a Twoleg. And they can grip things like a Twoleg, with their front and back paws. Their ears are like ours, but they have short, pointed muzzles like a fox.

Twoleg den with cows and a dark, hay-scented barn where she and

It's silverthorn. A Twoleg vine," Finleap explained. "They use it to make barriers around their land. The thorns keep animals trapped in their meadows. Only StarClan knows why they left a bundle of it here.

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?

In the Twoleg nests around them, lights began to appear in the dark holes in the walls. Lionblaze heard a Twoleg shouting angrily, but the dogs went on barking and pounding at the fence. His belly lurched when he saw that the small brown-and-white dog had stuck its head through the gap and the wood around it was starting to splinter. The dark tabby she-cat darted forward and slashed her claws at the dog's nose. Yelping, it pulled back.

I guess you'll never understand." Graypaw sighed. "You weren't born wild. It makes a big difference. You need to be born with warrior blood in your veins, or the feel of the wind in your whiskers. Kitties born into Twoleg nests could never feel the same way.

That's a huge Twoleg!" Nettlekit squealed. "We have to scare him off, or he'll attack the camp." "I'm going to be Sharpclaw!" Plumkit announced. "I'll lead the attack!" "But I want to be Sharpclaw!" Rabbitkit charged into his sister, pushing her over in a flurry of paws and tail. "Anyway, you're a she-cat, mouse-brain. You can't be Sharpclaw.