Quotes About Warrior

Brambleclaw turned to Squirrelflight first. "Will you fight beside me?" Their eyes met for a long moment. "Always," she meowed.

Don't you know medicine cats don't have kits?" hissed Yellowfang furiously. "But I heard you were a warrior before that," Firepaw ventured. "I have no kits!" Yellowfang spat. She snatched her tail away from him and sat up. "Anyway"—her voice suddenly lowered, and she sounded almost wistful—"accidents seem to happen to kits when I'm around them.

I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.

What's the point of knowing the warrior code if all you do is ignore what it says?

Blood will spill blood!" "Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together!" "He is a kittypet!" "Water will destroy her!" "Only fire will save the Clan!

Spirits of cats who have gone before," Moony mewed, "I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

Does that mean you are going to talk with Tallstar?" Fireheart asked bravely. His leader's tail lashed again. "I will talk," she meowed. "But if there is no agreement, then we will fight.

These mysteries were too much for him; he was a warrior, and all he wanted was to follow the warrior code. But what should he do, when the code did not speak clearly to him?

ShadowClan will soar above you all!" "Leopard and Tiger will feast on your bones!" "Rivers of blood, washing away everything the Clans have known . . .

It's been moons since anyone attacked my tail," he'd rasped wistfully.

Cedarstar was the first of the nine cats to step forward. He bowed his head to Brokentail and meowed, "I give you a life to live by the warrior code. Remember it well, Brokentail, and let it be your guide. Wiser cats than you or I have lost their way without it.

The only fat cat in ThunderClan now was Leopardfoot, whose belly seemed to swell while the other cats grew thinner. Bluepaw watched the mottled warrior, dozing beside the nettle patch in the weak leaf-bare sunshine. Was she secretly eating prey while she hunted? How come she was so plump when every other cat was hollow with hunger? The

Bah, nunca lo entenderás —suspiró Zarpa Gris—. Tú no naciste en libertad. Eso marca la diferencia. Hay que nacer con sangre guerrera en las venas, o con la sensación del viento en los bigotes. Los mininos nacidos en hogares de Dos Patas nunca podrán sentir lo mismo.

A true warrior's heart needs no rules! It can do no evil!

We don't all dream of being a warrior. We're healers, not fighters, and we managed to live in peace before you arrived. Not every argument needs to be settled with claws.

The life that she had known was over; if she couldn't be a warrior, then she would dedicate every beat of her heart to avenging the deaths of her kits.

young she-cat Mousefur

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.

Whatever happens, no cat will forget that the Clans fought first with their hearts and then with their claws.

Brackenfur's purring faltered and his eyes looked troubled. "You should have been with me," he murmured, gently nosing her injured leg. "No, I'm fine as I am," Cinderpaw insisted. "You'll have to be a warrior for both of us. And I'll have to settle for being the greatest medicine cat this forest has ever seen!

He wanted to be a great warrior and a good mentor more than anything else, but it seemed painfully clear that Tigerclaw was just waiting for him to fail. CHAPTER 9 Fireheart woke to find Graystripe sitting beside him, hunched on his belly like a rabbit, his shoulders stiff and his fur fluffed out.

Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names: Sandpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sandstorm. StarClan honors your courage and your spirit, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.

You're a brave warrior, Fireheart." Yellowfang suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared fiercely at him. "I could not be prouder of you if you were my own son. And StarClan knows how many times I have wished that you were, instead of

When return, stand on Great Rock when Silverpelt shines above. A dying warrior the way will show.