Quotes About Confrontation

A menacing snarl came from Frostfur. "What are you doing here?

I see you're more accustomed to forest hunting." Hawkfrost's condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. "Haven't you got anything better to do?" she challenged him. "Like hunt for your own Clan?" "I've already caught three mice and a thrush," he meowed. "I think I have earned a rest.

Because I was afraid she would claw my ears off if I forbade her from going," Bramblestar responded drily.

Kill him!" "Blind him!" "Drive him out of the forest!

Bramblestar whipped his head around to face her, a hostile light in his eyes. "You would make excuses for them," he snapped. "You always had a soft spot for weak cats.

The RiverClan warrior gave a little nod to Stormpaw just like any mentor approving of his apprentice's courage. Then he turned to look up at Tigerstar again. "You'll have to kill me first, Tigerstat!" he spat.

I will never forget this," she hissed, slowly turning to glare at each one of her Clanmates. "You have betrayed me and my kits. You will live to regret this day forever, ThunderClan, and that is a promise.

Are you saying that one of us killed Ashfur?

I'm going. But I'll be back; you can be sure of that. I'll be revenged on you all!" He padded unevenly away from the Highrock. As he drew close to Fireheart he paused, drawing his lips back in a snarl. "And as for you . . ." he hissed. "Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crow-food.

Birchfall, you asked for that." Brambleclaw paused in digging up his vole. "ShadowClan shouldn't have accused us of trying to cross the border, but you put us in the wrong when you started the fight. Warriors should know how to control themselves." "Sorry," Birchfall mumbled. "So you should be.

We've got you now, kittypet!

Without hesitation Breezepelt darted in among them and slashed his claws across the nearest stoat's face before darting out again and running on. "Take that, mange-pelt!" he yowled. The injured stoat let out a screech of pain, and a furious chittering rose from its denmates.

Scourge!" Firestar yowled. "Turn and face me!" The small black cat whipped around, letting go of Cloudtail in his shock. "How . . . I killed you." "You did," Firestar spat back at him. "But I am a leader with nine lives who fights alongside StarClan. Can you say as much?

Dante said, I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off." That's because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he'll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.

Are you defending Marcie?" He shook his head. I don't need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…" I pointed at the door. Out.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

What's wrong with you?' growled the wolf. Can't you see that I'm a big and dangerous wolf? I'm sure you are, replied the pig. But couldn't you be big and dangerous somewhere else? We're trying to read.

The world needs more anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough.

A man that does nothing but watch evil, never will overcome it.

I gave the prescribed Metropolitan Police "first greeting". "Oi!" I said "What do you think you're doing?

He threw a fireball at me. I threw a chimney stack at him - that's the London way.

The problem with troubleshooting is that trouble shoots back.

I have reason to believe that you are consorting with a spirit in contravention of the Act against Conjuration, Witchcraft and Dealing with Evil and Wicked Spirits 1604,' I said. The Witchcraft Act had actually been superseded in 1736 but I find quoting it helps break the ice on the doorstep.

Stop, police!' I shouted, on the basis that one of these days it was going to have the right effect.