Quotes About Conflict

Pleasure bubbled in Ashfur's chest. I'm not cruel, he told himself. This was all Squirrelflight's fault. She drove me to this. I only wanted the Clans to see what hypocrites they are.

Having fun?" Instantly Squirrelpaw's head whipped around and her green eyes flashed fury at him. "That's right, have a good laugh, you stupid furball!

Hollyleaf sprang on him, twisted his head to one side, sank her teeth into his fur and skin, telling herself over and over: This is the only way! Ashfur dropped to his belly and Hollyleaf jumped back as he rolled into the stream. She washed the blood from her paws, letting the cold water chill her legs, her flanks, all the way to her heart.

Crowpaw backed off a pace or two, still looking furious, and Feathertail pressed her nose against his flank

Brambleclaw: "you helped Mudclaw, you attacked WindClan, but now..." Hawkfrost: "True, i joined Muclaw because i believed he is the rightful leader of WindClan. But your my brother, Brambleclaw, how could i let him kill you?

Why couldn't he talk to her instead of trying to make her feel small?

Don't you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail's death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?

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

Tigerclaw checked that Oakpaw and Rowanpaw weren't actually killing each other, then led the medicine cat away from the training area into a circle of hawthorns.

Scourge himself was killed by Firestar, leader of ThunderClan and Tigerstar's chief opponent.

He only wanted to be with her. Why couldn't he simply decide to leave SkyClan?

Shadowsight pressed on. "This is what they told me," he insisted. "They showed me a vision of the cats who have broken the code." Kestrelflight's ears flattened. "Which cats?" he demanded. "Crowfeather, Squirrelflight, Jayfeather—

Jaypaw wasn't sure she was right. If the Clan cats failed to drive out the intruders, the Tribe, and the spirits of its ancestors, might have to face a journey of their own.

Thank you for helping me," Lionblaze began, halting a pace or two in front of Breezepelt. His gaze and his tone were wary. "But why did you? You said I should never have been born. You wanted me dead." Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.

Crowfeather gave her a long look, hostility and something else in his eyes. He seemed about to say something, then just nodded and headed out of the camp.

Appledusk, help me!" The pale brown warrior shook his head. "Why should I? It's your fault that these kits are dead. I never want to see you again.

Ivypool's face

I know what it's like to have friends in other Clans. To feel that there's something stronger that your Clan calling you away from home.

How can the Clans survive when there are cowards and liars at the very heart of them?

If he was destined to oppose Tigerclaw, then so be it. Fireheart was ready for the challenge.

impostor Ashfur

His voice ached with a loneliness that contradicted his words. Sandstorm

Spotfur lifted her head sharply and stared at the ThunderClan leader. Bristlefrost felt cold. Was this a normal way to punish Clanmates? She glanced at Graystripe. He'd know, surely. But the old warrior looked as surprised as she felt. Bramblestar's gaze moved to Lionblaze. "You are banished from the camp for a quarter moon.

What's the matter? Shadowclan attacking? Starclan walking among us?