Quotes About Loyalty

Graystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend.

It's not my place to judge you." Graystripe looked up as Fireheart went on. "Graystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend.

Come on,"he meowed to Greystripe."Let's go home.

Oh, no! Hollypaw thought. You might be fed up with him, but we don't want him either, thanks.

Blood will spill blood!" "Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together!" "He is a kittypet!" "Water will destroy her!" "Only fire will save the Clan!

Graystripe had never taken his duties as mentor seriously, he thought with a pang of worry. He had been more interested in Silverstream right from the start. Meanwhile, Fireheart himself had more or less taken over Brackenpaw's training. He enjoyed it, and he liked the serious-minded ginger tom, but he was troubled that loyalty to the Clan didn't mean more to Graystripe.

Just as she had promised to Reedshine, Mapleshade's desire for vengeance would never sleep.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths they have watched.

Loyalty is what matters, and that exists now, not in the past. Loyalty has to be proved every day, in every piece of fresh-kill brought back for the Clan, every claw mark on our enemies, every patrol, every training session.

Perhaps he would have to leap over himself. If that's what it takes to save the Clan, then that's what I will do, Fireheart vowed grimly.

She turned to look up at Brambleclaw and saw a flicker of something in his amber eyes. Was he feeling jealous? "Oh, Brambleclaw," she breathed. "My heart is with ThunderClan; don't you know that?" She lightly brushed her tail along his flank. "My heart is with you.

Before I go to StarClan, there is something I must do." His voice was stronger now. "Firestar, Onewhisker, listen. Mudclaw is a brave warrior, but he is not the right cat to lead WindClan. In these last moons we have learned that the future of our Clans lies in friendship. I want no rivalry between WindClan and ThunderClan after I am gone. We must have no enemies. But this will not happen if Mudclaw rules the Clan.

You will be a great leader." Bluestar's voice was the merest whisper. "One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan.

Here lies Finpaw's tail," Finpaw mewed solemnly. "It died protecting its Clan." "Perhaps it's in StarClan right now, lying in the sunshine," Twigpaw joked. "There must be other tails there. I hope it's made friends," Finpaw mewed. Twigpaw nudged his shoulder fondly with her nose. "You've got bees in your brain." "You started it.

These mysteries were too much for him; he was a warrior, and all he wanted was to follow the warrior code. But what should he do, when the code did not speak clearly to him?

You will find friends in unexpected places. Listen to what midnight tells you." "The lake will run red with the blood of brothers!

Too late," Whitestorm breathed. "I go to hunt with StarClan." "You can't—the Clan needs you! I need you!

I am willing to die for my own clan.-Fireheart

Will you be my deputy, Squirrelflight? There is no cat I trust more. Everything you do is for the best of reasons. I understand that now.

They've been very brave," Ravenpaw replied. "I'm proud of them." Barley leaned against him, smelling warm and soft and familiar. "You should be," he whispered.

Because I liked your mother too much. But a blind rabbit could have seen that Brambleclaw was the cat she liked best, even though they spent most of their time arguing.

Fireheart recognized Mistyfoot, Silverstream's best friend. He knew she would love these kits as much as her own. But no cat could feel more strongly for Graystripe than Fireheart had, for four long seasons.

Lionpaw glared over his shoulder at the three cats, wishing he could ignore the stupid truce and rip a piece of fur from each of them.

Turtle Tail, I know you'll always be with me," he called. "You waited a long time for our love to grow and it won't die now. I'll fight for you, Turtle Tail, and I'll make sure that your kits have a future on the moor, safe among friends." The clouds touched, becoming one. "I will not fail you.