Quotes About Warrior

Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Spiderpaw, from this moment you will be known as Spiderleg.

Four Will Become Two, Lion and Tiger Will Meet in Battle, and

Very nice, Ravenpaw," Tigerclaw praised the apprentice, his purr rich with amusement. "I can't wait to fight RiverClan," Ravenpaw meowed happily, his tail slashing with excitement. "The best way to learn to be a warrior is to be in a real battle!

Now, back to camp, all of you, and leave this old warrior to enjoy the sun in peace.

And we have one new warrior. Welcome, Oakheart!

Cool!" the young warrior exclaimed, his tail straight up in the air. Dustpelt rolled his eyes.

Just a warrior?" His whiskers trembled. "Too many omens. Three cats poisoned, two only whiskers from StarClan, Leopardfoot nearly dead, her three kits hanging on to life like rabbits in a fox den." He stared through her, seeming to forget she was there. "Why such a difficult birth for the Clan leader's mate? The kits may not make it through another night. The tom is too weak to mew, let alone feed. I should help them, and yet how can I when the signs are clear?

A WARRIOR REJECTS THE SOFT LIFE OF A KITTYPET.

Nonsense," Daisy scolded. "You can't go to your warrior ceremony looking like some scruffy band of rogue kits. Any cat would think I hadn't brought you up properly." She began licking Berrypaw again, then broke off to add, "Mousepaw, you're just as bad! Have you seen the state of your tail?" "I hope Firestar has forgotten about my tail," Berrypaw mewed anxiously. "He might use it to give me my warrior name.

Hollyleaf was Clanless, codeless. She could be a rogue, even a kittypet. There was no way Hollyleaf could let Ashfur tell the four Clans about Squirrelflight's confession. She and her littermates would be driven out! Everything they had done up till now, all their loyalty to the warrior code, would count for nothing.

It's coming," Jayfeather whispered. "A battle between StarClan and the Dark Forest, and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

Imagine having such a sour-tongued warrior for a father. I'm glad I'm not Breezepaw!

Oh, right." Cloudtail couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. "Do you think in the thick of a battle an enemy warrior will come up and say, 'Be careful, I'm going to push you over now?

Longtail!" Fireheart

If it's on WindClan territory it becomes our prey!" Tornear snapped. "Squirrels have always been ThunderClan prey!" Dustpelt stopped pacing and let the fur stand up on his neck. "Is that part of the warrior code?" sneered Tornear. He took a step forward, his eyes glittering.

The massive warrior had appeared around the edge of a bramble thicket. His tabby pelt shone with a strange light that reminded Lionblaze of the sickly glow of fungus on dead trees.

The young cat stared defiantly into Fireheart's eyes, and Fireheart felt his annoyance turning to anger. "It's a pigeon, not a dove!" he spat. "And a true warrior shows more respect for the prey that feeds his Clan." "Yeah, right!" retorted Cloudpaw. "I didn't see Thornpaw show much respect for that squirrel he dragged back to camp yesterday. He said it was so dopey, a kit could have caught it.

ShadowClan warrior

I, Firestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these three apprentices.

I'm part of a ShadowClan patrol. I'm going to fight for my Clan!

Because I did. Many moons ago, before we left the forest." "But you never lived in the forest!" "Once I did." Cinderpaw's blue eyes sparkled with starlight. "But I have returned to tread a different path, the path of a warrior

I'm proud of you, Leopardfur," he mewed. "I always have been. I'm privileged in a way most medicine cats aren't: I am a father, and I've lived a full life. I loved being a warrior.

Determination was an unusual virtue to mention in the warrior ceremony; in Squirrelflight, it sometimes showed as stubbornness, and had led her close to trouble more than once.

I'd hate to be stuck in the medicine den, worrying about sick cats and sorting out piles of old herbs." Jaykit sank his claws into the moss that lined his nest. "I'd much rather be a warrior, patrolling and hunting and fighting in Clan battles!" Hollykit looked at her brother, fierce and proud. Firestar had to let him become a warrior!