Quotes About Loss

Clear Sky's shoulders drooped. "I just want us to be together, like we used to be. Fluttering Bird wants it too." Thunder felt a surge of sympathy. Was his father still grieving for the young sister he'd lost? "What if you're wrong?" "I'm not.

This is no longer our home

What's wrong, Hollypaw?" Leafpool looked up. "You look as though you've just lost our entire supply of poppy seeds!" Then her face grew serious. "You haven't, have you?

Wormcat?" Shrewclaw rasped weakly. "Avenge Brackenwing for me.

I've lost Graystripe; I don't want to leave another friend behind." Ravenpaw shook his head. "My home is here, but I'll never forget you, I promise. I'll be waiting for you always.

There's no herb to heal a broken heart," she murmured. "Only time will do that.

Then he spotted Willowpelt diving from the top of a rock to streak across the ground and shove Sootpaw out of the way with outstretched forepaws. The badger landed heavily on her back; her shriek was cut off with a sickening crunch as the huge creature snapped her neck. It scooped up her limp body with one paw and tossed it into the clearing. Sootpaw

Somewhere in there Clear Sky could be dying—and there's nothing I can do about it.

As they climbed onto the bank at the other side, the two cats could only stare in horror at the remains of their beloved woodland. "Seeing this place from across the river was the only comfort I had," murmured Graystripe.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm.

In the final confrontation with the Dark Forest, Spottedleaf gave her life in the stars to save Sandstorm, one last gift to her beloved Firestar.

This one is for Ferncloud," Dewpaw continued. "She was killed by Brokenstar when she was defending the kits in the nursery. And this is Sorreltail. She hid her wounds because she wanted to take care of the kits, but she died just when we thought we had won. She was the bravest of all.

Tallkit backed away as their dark brown pelts scuffed the snow. It must be fun to have a littermate to play fight with. If only Finchkit hadn't died.

I wish I hadn't saved you!" he blurted out. "I wish I'd gone for my brother first. Then maybe he'd still be alive!

Every cat knew that not many moons had passed since Squirrelflight and Leafpool had been gravely injured in a rockslide. Leafpool had died, and Squirrelflight had nearly died, her spirit walking in StarClan as her body healed. In part, it was her love for Bramblestar, and his for her, that had drawn her back into the living world.

Darkness swept over Flametail and the sunlight vanished forever.

I have purred? Guilt ripped her belly. It's like I'm already forgetting him.

I dream that night. Part of me knows it's a dream, but that doesn't matter. I'm not about to wake up. Because in dreams, sometimes you can meet cats who are no longer with you.

With his body dead, they might never get the real Bramblestar back—and ThunderClan would be ripped apart for good.

Swiftpaw had been killed and Lostface injured.

As he looked across to the opposite bank a cold claw sank into his heart. Sandstorm was gone.

It was hard to believe that the injured she-cat had recovered from a bout of greencough that had killed Toadstep, Icecloud, and Hazeltail.

Storm's heart ached. It's so unfair, to die before you really live.

Graystripe, find Cinderpelt." "Too late," Whitestorm breathed. "I go to hunt with StarClan." "You can't - the clan needs you! I need you!" "You will find others..." The white warrior's gaze, growing rapidly dimmer, flickered to Graystripe and back again. "Trust your heart Firestar. You have always known that Graystripe is the cat StarClan destined to be your deputy." Letting out a long sigh he closed his eyes.