Quotes About Clan

Graystripe!

Violetshine blinked back sorrow. She was following her Clan away from the two cats she loved best. A lump lodged in her throat as she pictured Tree alone in the deserted camp, but she didn't look back. She had made her decision. SkyClan was leaving the lake.

The young brown tabby got deliberately to his paws and picked his way through the surrounding cats until he stood in front of Tigerclaw. "I looked up to you," he meowed in a clear, level voice. "I wanted to be like you. But Redtail was my mentor. I owe him more than any cat. And you killed him." Grief and fury made his limbs shake, but he kept going. "You killed him and betrayed the Clan. I'd rather die than follow you." He turned and stalked away.

Will there be a naming ceremony?" Mousefur called from the crowd. Fireheart looked eagerly up at the Highrock. Would his sister's kit be granted this privilege, as he had been when the Clan had formally accepted him? Bluestar looked down at Mousefur, her eyes cold. "No," she answered.

What would happen to a leaderless Clan with rivals like ShadowClan around?

You want to know what it's like to be a Clan cat, don't you? About the code that binds us and gives us the courage to survive, about the Gatherings, where we meet in peace for the flicker of a full moon to share tongues and wisdom and news. And the battles—oh, yes, the battles. I can see from the way your eyes gleam that this is what interests you most: the blood-soaked history of the four Clans, the fighting skills passed from mentor to apprentice.

There may be no ShadowClan to join.

He could keep the love of his father or he could save his Clan. What choice was that? Was this what he'd abandoned Dovewing and his kits for?

You have to go!" Needlepaw looked desperate. "Rain will be expecting me, and if I don't turn up, he might not like me anymore." Sympathy filled Violetkit's heart. Needlepaw was her only real friend in the Clan. She'd been so kind. No one else had taken her to see Twigkit. "Okay," she agreed.

You must promise me," Mapleshade lowered her voice, "that you will be loyal to your Clan above all other things. What you want for yourself is nothing compared to the needs of your Clan. Nothing, remember?" Her green gaze bore into his. "Do you make that promise?

Hawkfrost, a RiverClan warrior, was willing to do whatever it took to please Tigerstar, but at the last moment Brambleclaw realized his loyalties lay with his Clan leader, not his long-dead father, and he killed Hawkfrost instead.

Your Clan is safe for now. But there will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws." Firestar stared at the old warrior. "I don't understand. Why are you telling me this?" There

His heart was warmed by the thought of a future for the Clan. SkyClan had so much to lose—but so much to win as well! Petal

he flinched when Dustpaw leaned toward Sandpaw and whispered, loud enough for Fireheart to hear, "I feel sorry for Fireheart's apprentice. Imagine a Clan cat being trained by a kittypet!" But for once Sandpaw didn't react. She just shot an uncomfortable glance at Fireheart.

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. "These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan," she murmured. "I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life." The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. "And ThunderClan thanks you," he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when

She died as she lived, protecting her Clan

give you a life for hope," he meowed. "Use it well to guide your Clan through the darkest days.

You are not descended from the cats that drove us out, and yet you are a true Clan warrior. It is your destiny to restore SkyClan.

To truly be a medicine cat lies in a cat's heart, and all its five senses. You must be braver than warriors, wiser than a Clan leader, humbler than the tiniest kit, more willing to learn than any apprentice. . . .

My Clan doesn't even know that Sandstorm is dead.

I give you a life for hope," he meowed. "Use it well to guide your Clan through the darkest days.

We're Clan cats. It's what we do.

It's not up to us to trust him now," Fireheart pointed out. "He's got a new Clan, and Runningnose reported an omen that seemed to say StarClan would be sending them a great new leader. StarClan must know that ShadowClan needs a strong warrior to build them up again after the sickness." Graystripe didn't look convinced. "StarClan sent him?" He snorted. "I'll believe that when hedgehogs fly.

ThunderClan will become known as LightningClan!