Quotes About RiverClan

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.

Cloudberry, how she came from RiverClan after the ThunderClan medicine cat Ravenwing was murdered.

I see you're more accustomed to forest hunting." Hawkfrost's condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. "Haven't you got anything better to do?" she challenged him. "Like hunt for your own Clan?" "I've already caught three mice and a thrush," he meowed. "I think I have earned a rest.

If you were a RiverClan cat, you wouldn't mind getting your paws wet!" "And I wouldn't mind catching a frog or a toad to eat," mewed Littlecloud. When the other cats glanced at him in surprise, he added defensively, "They don't taste that bad!

By the time the kits were ready to be apprenticed, the truth about who their father really was would be unable to shake the loyalty of their woodland Clanmates. Even Oakstar would understand, once he valued the kits for themselves rather than any legacy they might carry. And once RiverClan gets to know them, those cats will feel the same!

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.

RIVERCLAN FACTS Leader: Mistystar

That was an interesting night," Mudfur meowed. "RiverClan now has the youngest deputy and the oldest medicine cat apprentice.

Hailstar? Oh, great. We've been rescued by the leader of RiverClan.

Was this Tigerstar's new way to shake up the Clans? If so, what was his ultimate goal—and how would it affect RiverClan?

Very nice, Ravenpaw," Tigerclaw praised the apprentice, his purr rich with amusement. "I can't wait to fight RiverClan," Ravenpaw meowed happily, his tail slashing with excitement. "The best way to learn to be a warrior is to be in a real battle!

The RiverClan medicine cat had meant well when she fetched water from the pool for the

He watched as Oakheart staggered and fell, and finally as the light went out of the RiverClan deputy's eyes.

Doespring rolled her eyes. "She's in RiverClan. Stagleap's got a massive crush on her.

Unlike RiverClan," Berrynose sneered. "They must do nothing but eat. They're more like fat, furry fish than cats!

That's okay," Twigpaw mewed brightly. "There's plenty to do in camp. I think I saw a fish in the stream yesterday. It was just a small one, but it would be fun to catch." Leafpool wrinkled her nose. "You sound like a RiverClan cat." "We're not going to eat it," Twigpaw purred. "We'll throw it back," Finpaw agreed. Leafpool shook her head. "You'll have to catch it first.

We are grace. We are power. We are RiverClan.

He died with honor, struck down by Oakheart. I couldn't save him, but I managed to take Oakheart's life while he was still gloating over his victory." Tigerclaw's voice was strong and deep. "Redtail's death was not in vain, for I doubt we'll see RiverClan hunters in our territory again.

I'm Mossleaf." The ancient RiverClan cat had the bright eyes of a young warrior. "With this life, I give you trust." He touched his muzzle to Crookedjaw's head and Crookedjaw felt the peace of a wide blue sky move through him.