Quotes About Survival

Bluefur pushed herself forward, springing onto the first stone. Water splashed and gurgled around her. The blood roared in her ears. Stupid Goosefeather! She leaped to the next stone, swaying for a heart-stopping moment before she found her balance and gathered her haunches to jump again. Stupid prophecy! And again. It's probably not even true. The final stone wobbled as she landed, and water washed over her paws. Don't let me drown! She flung herself to the shore, panting.

He won't last the winter if we stay here, though," Mousefur

How can the Clans survive when there are cowards and liars at the very heart of them?

StarClan gave each Clan the skills it needs to survive in its own territory. RiverClan cats swim well. ThunderClan is good at stalking prey in the undergrowth. SkyClan cats can leap into trees because there's not much cover in their territory.

If wishes were prey, we'd eat like lions come leaf-bare. But we'd die of boredom! You know that's not what the life of the Clans is like. The warrior code guides us through the dark times, the cold and the hunger. And the good times seem all the sweeter for it. Have faith, Bluestar. We'll survive.

Then he spotted Willowpelt diving from the top of a rock to streak across the ground and shove Sootpaw out of the way with outstretched forepaws. The badger landed heavily on her back; her shriek was cut off with a sickening crunch as the huge creature snapped her neck. It scooped up her limp body with one paw and tossed it into the clearing. Sootpaw

his flanks were tucked up with hunger.

No, I think I lay on a thistle.

Tallkit backed away as their dark brown pelts scuffed the snow. It must be fun to have a littermate to play fight with. If only Finchkit hadn't died.

was harsh. "It would have taken the rogues a long time to set up in SkyClan's old camp. And from the way you described Mistfeather, all ragged and skinny, the attack didn't happen just yesterday. With

This will not be the end of the clans as long as I have breath in my body" ~jayfeather

But we have to eat first!" Squirrelpaw wailed. "My belly is growling louder than a monster on the Thunderpath! I could eat a fox, fur and all.

Swiftpaw had been killed and Lostface injured.

The Clan is on fire!

It'll be easier for her to travel with the kits inside her belly than outside," he meowed matter-of-factly.

SANDSTORM—pale ginger she-cat

It was hard to believe that the injured she-cat had recovered from a bout of greencough that had killed Toadstep, Icecloud, and Hazeltail.

Cloudberry.

buffeting her fur

The whole of the forest was theirs, and in their minds, there was a single instinct. "Kill! Kill!

And what does the code tell you to do when you catch prey?" Dewspring asked. His words made Rootpaw think of sinking his teeth into a nice juicy mouse. His jaws watered. "Eat it," he replied.

On the way back to the camp, Rootpaw didn't feel too embarrassed anymore in his father's presence. Tree had caught several pieces of prey. But he realized he would have felt differently if his father had just been sitting there, freezing to death while he pretended to be a bush.

What happens if he kills me here? Will I be really dead?

Then why does any cat follow Scourge?" he burst out. "Some of them enjoy killing." Barley's tone was cold and his eyes were bleak, staring at something Firestar could not see. "And others are too scared to do anything else. You can't lead your own life in Twolegplace if you're not a kittypet with a Twoleg nest to go to. Either you're with Scourge or against him, and cats who are against him don't last long.