Quotes About Feline

With a silent mew, Myst stood, stretched, then padded forward to twine about his leg. Vane reached down and rubbed his fingers over the sleek head, then ran his nails down her spine. Myst arched, tail stiffening; the rumble of her purr reached Vane. It also reached Patience; she glanced down. Myst! she hissed. Stop bothering Mr. Cynster. She's not bothering me. Capturing Patience's gaze, Vane added: I enjoy making females purr.

Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

Cats are the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there

if you found enough cat hairs in a person's house, you pretty much had to assume there was a feline on the premises somewhere

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

I love my cats more than I love most people. Probably more than is healthy.

OFF THE COUCH! BAD KITTIES!

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

You put quite a fight for a tame kitty

lick you stupid cat!

The she-cat carried on walking without looking back. "Mapleshade," she mewed.

Bah, nunca lo entenderás —suspiró Zarpa Gris—. Tú no naciste en libertad. Eso marca la diferencia. Hay que nacer con sangre guerrera en las venas, o con la sensación del viento en los bigotes. Los mininos nacidos en hogares de Dos Patas nunca podrán sentir lo mismo.

SkyClan or cream

young she-cat Mousefur

Thank you." Clear Sky blinked happily at his cats, and gave Sparrow Fur a swift lick around the ears. "You are without doubt the most flea-brained kit I've ever come across," he meowed. "And the bravest. Thank you, too.

Tempest shifted her paws. "You didn't ask what we'd named the kits." Squirrelflight pricked her ears. "What?" Snow purred. "Leaf, Squirrel, and Moon.

Longtail." He looked over at the striped warrior.

warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.

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.

As Firestar drew nearer he recognized the cream-and-brown tabby she-cat he had surprised in the scrubland near the Twolegplace.

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.

HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Breezepelt's kits: Woodkit, a brown she-kit, and Applekit, a yellow tabby she-kit)

Why did only leaders get to have nine lives? Wouldn't it be more useful if StarClan granted every cat nine lives?

kit—and ginger, like the she-cat beside him. The she-cat nodded to her. "I'm Furze," she said, "and this is my kit, Creek.