Quotes About Observation

Two identical heads rose from the heap of fur. Firestar's ears pricked with curiosity. He had never seen cats like these before. Their slender bodies were cream-colored, but their legs, tails, ears, and muzzles were brown, and they had the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen.

Hey, Frankie!" he called. "Benny is black and white, right? Could this be his?

It's sticking up like a bluebell!" Lionkit's tail slapped against the frozen earth.

Fireheart, of course not. But . . . well, I think there might be something wrong with Snowkit.

Trees don't sneak up on you.

Keep still." Jaypaw felt the hardness beneath Graystripe's flank. "You've just given yourself gas.

Jayno-eyes?

Her father and Brackenfur both looked worried. The two apprentices lay still

Leafpool says a kit needs to be seen before it can be named." "Then I must have been a prickly kit," Hollypaw

I see you've taken an interest in Whitekit," Goosefeather observed as they climbed a leafy slope. "He's my kin," she mewed. "So am I," he reminded her, "but you don't visit me." That's because you've got bees in your brain.

Lightleap crossed the clearing. "Hey, Nightheart," she mewed. She winked at him playfully. "Are those for me?" Sunbeam didn't look at him, but Nightheart noticed her soft brown-and-white fur bristle irritably.

To Alderheart's surprise, it actually was watermint.

Bramble suddenly spotted the red-and-yellow flash of a lovebird

Green eyes met green eyes for a long moment; then Fireheart turned and crept warily through the trees. He

You're lumbering around like a badger today," Ashfur scolded. Spiderleg and Mousepaw padded out of the ferns with Honeypaw and Sandstorm. "More like a hibernating hedgehog!" Mousepaw teased.

No, Fireheart, of course not. But . . . well, I think there might be something wrong with Snowkit.

Every cat looked sleek and well-fed; even slender Leafpool had grown quite plump.

Tallstar limped to the center of the cave and gazed around at the cats until they fell silent. Onewhisker crept to his side, supporting the WindClan leader's frail body with his own. "Who's that skinny old raven?" mewed a Tribe kit.

That's just what Twolegs look like." Then they look pretty stupid

He was watching Violet. Her fur had the rich darkness of storm clouds. Her long tail was thick and sleek. Her ears were wide and soft, framing her pretty face perfectly

Maybe we should assess how well you can keep your mouth shut," Dustpelt snapped.

She sat still and silent, gazing unblinkingly at Mothermouth.

I am successful because of my brains and my guts, put together, and I don't need some fancy-ass degree from a bunch of sweater-vest-wearing pricks who haven't gotten laid since Bush Senior was president... Do you know who studies sociology? People who would rather observe life than live it.

Experiences is just paying attention as time passes.