Quotes About Decision

It's your choice to make, Kallik. I made my choice when I left my homeland. My home is with you now. Wherever we go.

Who died and put you in charge?' Moon Shadow demanded, his tail-tip twitching in annoyance. 'Shaded Moss, actually,' Tall Shadow replied.

Stormfur dropped the mouse, suddenly looking exhausted. When he lifted his head, his eyes were shadowed with uncertainty. "I've decided to stay with the Tribe.

He only wanted to be with her. Why couldn't he simply decide to leave SkyClan?

You will know when the time comes," Cloudstar replied. Could you be any more vague? Firestar thought irritably.

The new deputy will be Fireheart

Every journey begins with a single pawstep, and this one is up to us.

For a moment Appledusk looked as if he was going to disagree, then he nodded. "You're right. Come on, we'll take one kit each. Mapleshade, follow us.

We must face our destiny. Our destiny is the path we must follow." -Cinderpelt

Fireheart had been so eager to prove to the Clan that kittypets were as good as forestborn cats, he hadn't even considered that Cloudpaw might prefer life with the Twolegs. Fireheart loved his life in the forest, but he had chosen it for himself. Only now did it occur to him that Cloudpaw had been given to the Clan by his mother, passed along as a kit before he was old enough to make his own decision.

Tawnypelt drew in a long breath. "If that's true . . . what about Sol?" "Sol has decided to leave ShadowClan," Littlecloud replied. "Decided?" Lionblaze whispered into Hollyleaf's ear. "Look out for flying hedgehogs.

Spotfur lifted her head sharply and stared at the ThunderClan leader. Bristlefrost felt cold. Was this a normal way to punish Clanmates? She glanced at Graystripe. He'd know, surely. But the old warrior looked as surprised as she felt. Bramblestar's gaze moved to Lionblaze. "You are banished from the camp for a quarter moon.

Cinderheart gasped. Then her pelt smoothed. She lifted her chin. "Then I choose the life of a warrior." Her blue eyes shone. "And I choose you.

Thank you," Fireheart mewed after a few moments. Graystripe shrugged and padded over to him. "There was no choice," he whispered. "I couldn't hurt you, could I?

Lucky's gut churned with dread. I couldn't have told them anything about Lick, about her secret meeting with Grunt. Alpha would have thrown her out—or killed her. I just hope I made the right decision.

This is your decision, Fireheart. No cat can make it for you.

Bramblestar padded forward until he stood at the very edge of the Highledge. "I have decided to give up my leadership," he told his Clan.

Oh, that's okay, Graystripe. Actually . . ." Flipclaw hesitated for a moment, looking slightly ashamed of himself. "I've decided to go back to ThunderClan," he admitted at last.

Then Bluefur spoke: "Thistleclaw, he's only a kit. He's no threat." There was a hint of desperation in her voice.

Mothwing turned to the other medicine cats. "We need to talk. Not you," she added to Shadowsight. "I think it's best if you stay out of this.

Maybe it's best that he stayed behind, she thought. It's not like he can look for Sol himself.

Leopardstar blinked. "I have.

I know how that feels, and I don't want to feel it again—but that's in the paws of StarClan.

Tigerclaw will be the new deputy of ThunderClan.