Quotes About Fear

feel like a bird!" he cried. The words were hardly out of his mouth before he felt his paws slipping. For a heart-stopping moment he thought the wind would bowl him over to plummet down to the rocks below. The landscape whirled sickeningly around him. Then teeth fastened in his scruff and yanked him back to safety. He looked up to see Crowfeather. "Thanks," he gasped. "Just remember you're not a bird," the WindClan cat growled.

Above them, the eagle folded its wings and started to drop toward the ground. "Birchkit!" Ferncloud's shriek tore through the air.

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.

Before what?" Quiet Rain cut her off. Her old ears were as sharp as Thunder's. "Who's out there, planning my death?

His belly cramped with apprehension

Scourge is dead!

How could she be scared of her own brother?

Just remember, there is no need to be afraid of every flame. Fire can bring life, warmth, new growth, as well as death.

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

Would he ever have the nerve to tell her he wanted her to be more than a friend? His fur prickled with frustration. He could be the bravest warrior in all four Clans, but the thought of telling Cinderheart how he felt drained every drop of courage from him.

Something's wrong. There is a darkness coming that not even StarClan can prevent. And when it comes, we will be helpless to protect the Clans. Helpless even to protect ourselves.

Breezepelt flinched at the mention of the Dark Forest.

Looking for something?" As he spoke, Jayfeather leaped to his paws. Two high-pitched squeals bounced around the cave. He listened with satisfaction to the sound of paw steps skittering away. "Mother, that weird cat scared us!" "He's going to eat us!

His voice was steady, and Firestar began to envy his calm, unshaking courage, until he caught the WindClan leader's fear-scent and heard him mutter under his breath, "StarClan help us! Show us an enemy we can fight!

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

Cinderpaw can hardly sit still," Hollypaw commented. "Poor Honeypaw looks petrified," Lionpaw whispered. "But Poppypaw looks as calm as a vixen.

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.

It's better to scare off a mouse than welcome a badger.

No!" Speckletail threw her head back and let out a yowl of pure desperation. "My kit! Oh, my kit!

We've got you now, kittypet!

She didn't know if she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.

It takes all the strength of my spirit to transform my executioners into animals, not to leave the slightest opening, to discuss nothing, not even Pelé . Which is impossible, I never met anyone who couldn't. And that is how along with fear, shame takes its hold.

Part of me wanted to run away from him screaming, Fire! A more reckless part was tempted to see how close I could get without... combusting.