Quotes About StarClan

Goosefeather appeared from the gorse tunnel and padded straight to his den. He didn't even stop to ask how Leopardfoot was. Bluefur pressed back the urge to rake his muzzle with her claws. He's supposed to be the Clan medicine cat, for StarClan's sake!

Leafpaw felt a tingle spread through her fur. She remembered her own conviction, back when she had been little more than a kit, that it was right for her to heal and comfort her Clanmates, and to interpret the signs of StarClan for them. Has Mothwing felt the same? Leafpaw wondered. Could she have felt the same, if she was not Clanborn? Even Yellowfang, the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, had been forestborn, though ThunderClan had not been the Clan of her birth.

If StarClan didn't want her to meet Oakheart, surely they would have said something to Featherwhisker, something that would make him stop her? Maybe StarClan wanted this to happen. Maybe it was her destiny.  

It's one of those StarClan-cursed stoats!

She wondered how many lives he had left. Perhaps that's what gave him confidence. Why did only leaders get to have nine lives? Wouldn't it be more useful if StarClan granted every cat nine lives?

Why did only leaders get to have nine lives? Wouldn't it be more useful if StarClan granted every cat nine lives?

Hi, Fireheart. How's life as a deputy?" Her eyes were gently curious and her voice was friendly, not challenging. "Fine," Fireheart told her. Or it would be, if I didn't have a pain in the neck for an apprentice, he thought with frustration, or the elders fretting about the wrath of StarClan, or a leader who can't even decide who should mentor Brindleface's kits.

Sleekpaw says dead cats are dumb. She says StarClan can't possibly understand the forest anymore. They've

It's silverthorn. A Twoleg vine," Finleap explained. "They use it to make barriers around their land. The thorns keep animals trapped in their meadows. Only StarClan knows why they left a bundle of it here.

What is it?" Squirrelflight muttered, struggling up out of her nest. "A fallen tree?" "No, thank StarClan.

Let us pray for their spirits as they join StarClan.

Something's wrong. There is a darkness coming that not even StarClan can prevent. And when it comes, we will be helpless to protect the Clans. Helpless even to protect ourselves.

Not that you asked," she meowed evenly, "but with time to reflect on what happened in the Great Battle, and everything that happened with Darktail and the cats we lost . . . I no longer deny that StarClan exists.

believe StarClan exists, but I don't know that their intentions are good, or that we always benefit from their 'guidance

These will give our warriors strength," he told her. "Each cat will eat some before the battle." "Do you have anything for bravery?" Featherwhisker brushed his tail along her spine. "Bravery will come from your heart," he promised. "You were born a warrior, and StarClan will be with you.

What is it, Barkface?" prompted Morningflower. "Has StarClan spoken to you?

Scourge!" Firestar yowled. "Turn and face me!" The small black cat whipped around, letting go of Cloudtail in his shock. "How . . . I killed you." "You did," Firestar spat back at him. "But I am a leader with nine lives who fights alongside StarClan. Can you say as much?

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

Let's stop worrying about StarClan and start sharing with them," Jayfeather snapped. "I'm cold.

Cinderpelt didn't have the same sensitivity to StarClan that other medicine cats have had; for example, she interpreted blades of burning grass as a warning that Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight would unite—fire and tiger—to destroy ThunderClan.

Not if StarClan themselves came and begged me

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?

Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.

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