Quotes About Kittypet

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?

THIS BRAVE, BIGHEARTED THUNDERCLAN leader started life as a kittypet named Rusty, and lived with housefolk for his first six moons. He inherited his father Jake's fascination with what lay beyond the Twoleg nests, in the woods where wild cats were rumored to live.

Tigerclaw stared in disbelief. Was the life of his son dependent on an ancient medicine cat and an arrogant kittypet

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?

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.

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?

A WARRIOR REJECTS THE SOFT LIFE OF A KITTYPET.

Fireheart had left his kittypet life to join ThunderClan

Your collar is a mark of the Twolegs, and that noisy jingling will make you a poor hunter at best. At worst, it will bring the Twolegs into our territory, looking for the poor lost kittypet who fills the woods with his pitiful tinkling." All the cats howled in agreement. Longtail went on, well aware that he had the support of his audience. "The noise of your treacherous bell will alert our enemies, even if your Twoleg stench doesn't!

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.

There was one kittypet . . . a young she-cat called Smoke. She had such soft, gray fur, and such brilliant blue eyes . . . It was like I was staring into pools of pure water!

Or it might make him give in to kittypet weakness right at the moment of attack.

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.

Look at his collar! He's a kittypet! Once a kittypet, always a kittypet. This clan needs wild-born warriors to defend it, not another soft mouth to feed.