Quotes About Friendship

You'll be a great apprentice. And I promise not to eat you.

Many days had passed since the stoats had attacked the WindClan camp. Most of the injured cats had recovered, though Crowfeather still felt a twinge of pain when he put his weight on his wounded hind leg. Leafpool and Mothwing had returned to their own Clans and now sat close to the Great Oak with their fellow medicine cats.

Swiftpaw had been killed and Lostface injured.

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.

Crookedjaw hopped over Rippleclaw, who was fast asleep, and landed beside Graypaw. The gray apprentice was huddled in the shade of the fallen tree. "Where's Willowpaw?

Hey!" A paw prodded him in the side. "Go and catch me some prey, flea-pelt." Turtle Tail was awake, her green eyes alight with mischief. Gray Wing let out a snort of laughter. "Who are you calling flea-pelt? Okay, okay, I'm going.

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.

pleased when Nightheart fell in beside her.

We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With

After Goldenflower had padded away, Fireheart stepped forward and leaned down to lick Runningwind's dull pelt. "I will avenge your death," he promised softly. As he backed away, he saw a figure step forward from

Yellowfang purred. "I know you've been up to something," she meowed. "But I won't pry. All I know is that my apprentice seems back to her old self again. Which is good, because she was no use to any cat while she was moping around like a damp mushroom!

We were born as kittypets, but look at us now, my precious friend.

Tigerclaw reared up again with a furious hisss. Fireheart was bracing himself for Tigerclaw's blow when he saw a blaze of grey. A broad pair of houlders flashed past, and Fireheart recognised a warrior he had fought alongside many times before. Graystripe! The grey warrior lunged at Tigerclaw's exposed belly knocking him backward.

The wormcat's back?" He looked Talltail up and down. "I thought you'd left for good.

Maybe Sandstorm was becoming more than a friend.

Let me know if you have any more, okay? Oh, and welcome to the Three.

Firepaw, Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw? Dustpaw, stop trying to push Firepaw into the brambles. I'm not blind; I can see what you're doing. Firepaw, go to the other end of the line. Sandpaw, he does not have fleas! Stand still, all of you.

Anyway," he went on after a moment, sounding more relaxed, "the first time I went hunting with Firestar, I really wanted to impress him. I ran so hard after a squirrel that I slipped on some wet leaves, went nose over paws, and crashed into a tree. Great StarClan, it hurt! And what hurt even more was that I was pretty sure Firestar had to stop himself from laughing." "Really?

For once she was telling him a story. "So Firestar—he was Firepaw then—was hunting in the old forest and he came upon this skinny old gray she-cat . . .

And there will be a kit, kin of your dearest friend, who will need your help more than he knows. Watch over him, guide his paws, for he is important to all the Clans.

Fireheart! Graystripe! Fireheart! Graystripe!

Boulder stretched out one forepaw. "I've got a thorn in it," he announced cheerfully.

Feathertail

EXCERPT FROM WARRIORS #2: FIRE AND ICE