Quotes About Survival

ThunderClan warriors don't kill unless they have to

I forgot it

now I know that my punishment from starclan is not that the other kits died but that this one survived" -yellowfang

Brightpaw's eye opened and she fixed a cloudy gaze on Fireheart. "What happened?" he repeated. "What did this?" A thin wailing came from Brightpaw, which gradually formed into words. Fireheart stared at her in horror as he made out what she was trying to say. "Pack, pack," she whispered. "Kill, kill.

Pack pack kill kill

May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep. (Leafpool to Ashfur, page 1)

in the harshest days of leaf-bare clanmate turns upon clanmate danger lurks behind familiar faces and one more warrior may be lost forever

WindClan has traveled a long time. It's nearly a moon since ShadowClan drove us from our home. The weather is turning colder, and leaf-bare will be here soon. We have no choice but to stay.

This will not be the end of the Clans. As long as I have breath in body, the Clans will be safe.

I would not have survived that dark time if it weren't for Cloudtail. He gave me another destiny, and I knew that no matter what I looked like, I would be all right. As long as Cloudtail loved me, I was no longer Lostface, but Brightheart.

She will not die today. I won't let her.

Join you? After everything you've done? I'd rather die!

I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

I like being on my own. I mean, I'm sure a Pack's best for some dogs, but I've walked alone since I left my Pup Pack. I can look after myself.

Firestar and Dustpelt were dead; Graystripe and Sandstorm were the last remaining cats of their generation.

Blood will spill blood!" "Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together!" "He is a kittypet!" "Water will destroy her!" "Only fire will save the Clan!

Jagged Peak was buried alive.

Warriors think with their claws, not their heads.

The heart of the forest—and the roots of life for the four Clans—had been ripped out. Nothing would ever be the same again.

WindClan territory

Well, where I come from, there are lots of bears like me.

Bluestar was gnawing a fat pigeon.

He'd die of hunger in a week, if a fox or a gang of crows didn't kill him first.

Maybe this is what she meant. Our survival is going to come under threat, and we need to . . . to grow and spread like the Blazing Star.