Quotes About Clan

Firepaw was sure now. It was a ShadowClan warrior, and it was staring straight at him.

Flight from BloodClan

I give you a life for endurance," he meowed. "Use it well to strengthen your Clan in times of trouble.

Rippletail had been a young warrior, with so much to offer his Clan. And in the time that they had traveled together, Lionblaze had begun to think of him as a friend. The beaver had ripped all that away.

but I've always tried to do what is right for my Clan." "No cat would doubt your loyalty," the old cat rasped. "But how far would it go?

Perhaps it's time for fire to save another Clan.

I give you a life for sympathy and understanding," she murmured. "Use it well for the weakest in your Clan, and for all others who need your help and protection." Swiftstar hardly gave Leafdapple time to receive that life before he strode up and touched noses with her. "I give you a life for selflessness," the former WindClan leader announced. "Use it well in the service of your Clan.

At least ThunderClan has the three cats mentioned in the prophecy, Jayfeather thought. There will be three, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. Me, Lionblaze, and Dovewing, all in the same Clan. That must make us safer, right?

Killed by Blood, the leader of BloodClan.

SUNSTAR Tom with yellow tabby stripes, green eyes, and long fur. Fair minded, even tempered, wise. Held his Clan together through dangerous leaf-bare. Fought to keep Sunningrocks away from RiverClan. Deputies: Tawnyspots, Bluefur (later Bluestar) Apprentice: Lionpaw (Lionheart)

Fire will save the Clan

There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle between light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the clan will survive beyond thge memories of his memeries. This is how it has always been and alway will be.

I am Atalanta. I belong to this mountain, to the clan of mountain bears." "I am Meleager," he said. "I belong to Atalanta.

Ray,' I said, 'is everyone your cousin?' 'Well, I got ten uncles and aunts on my mother's side, and ten more on my father's. And one of my uncles had twenty-eight kids. I got a lot of cousins.

Bold words, befitting the mistress of the Montgomery clan," Graeme said in approval. "Come, wife. Let's go home. I have a need to show my lass just how much her laird loves her.

You came to this clan willing to set aside your hatred or fear.

As someone who spent a lot of years living in Jerusalem, one of the great perks is that when you come back, and you get into these Israel arguments in your American-Jewish clan, you can really just silence them by saying, 'I lived there.' So we used it like a bludgeon.

Mary had been the object of a war between ordinary solid American values and Hollywood, where even money is lost in the shuffle among the hard floors and 5:00 a.m. wardrobe calls of an invisible city named for a plant that never existed, named by a clan that waits for the next movie to sail away on.

I have no way to properly toast you, my Jane. The appropriate toast for a new Blood Master of a clan is from the jugular of a virgin boy or girl, with the words 'Long undeath, prosperity, scions, blood, and cattle.'" I looked at my beer. "Yeah. Beer is better. And how about 'Live long and prosper.

We are grateful for safety. We are grateful for bounty. We are grateful for life. We are grateful for laughter. We are grateful for each other and for family and for clan. Amen.

I know about fraternal and sororal serial killers. Yes, FYI, sororal is the proper adjective. Anyway, I looked up family serial killers. There have been a few in history—the Benders of Kansas in the late 1800s, the Sawney Bean clan on which the movie The Hills Have Eyes is based.

Traditional Albanian society was based on a clan system and was further divided into brotherhoods and bajraks. The bajrak system identified a local leader, called a bajrakar, who could be counted on to provide a certain number of men for military duty.

Victoria Roberts spins an exciting Highland tale of intrigue, betrayal, and love with a braw Highland hero and strong English heroine any reader will love.

Big Foster is a guy who was in line to be the head of this clan that's been up in the mountains for 200 years, because his father was the leader or the Bren'in, his mother is now Bren'in, and they're kind of royalty, so he was in line to be next. He'd been promised it from a young age, but it just hasn't happened.