Quotes About Claws

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.

All the things laughed then, because there stood man—naked and bereft of all his gifts. All the things save the fox, who looked up at the man and saw long slim fingers unencumbered by claws, fingers that could grasp and take and reshape things to suit man's own purposes. And saw eyes alive with a dreadful intelligence unencumbered by wisdom. And fox was suddenly afraid.

It's no wonder we're always getting' mistaken for queers. Look at us—a bunch'a proper men, never growin' old, 'angin' about in the dark, bitin' other men on the neck. They don't fear us 'cause we got claws and fangs; they fear us 'cause they think we're comin' after their sons.

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

Cloudtail unsheathed his claws and let them sink into the soft earth as if he was imagining a ShadowClan pelt beneath his paws

Cloudkit's eyes widened. "Phew, I bet she was a grump! Did she claw you?" "Only with her tongue," Fireheart replied. "And that's sharp enough!

His eyes grew dark, and his mind filled with a chaotic swirl of battles and hunts, the feeling of claws raking across fur and teeth meeting in the flesh of prey.

The apprentice let out a shriek; his paws flailed as he tried to dig his claws into the powdery surface. Leafstar gazed in horror as his small body plummeted down. Off balance, Sharpclaw barely saved himself from following. Sagepaw's shriek was cut off as he struck a jutting boulder, bounced off, and fell the rest of the way to the foot of the cliff, landing with an ugly thud. He lay motionless on the trail between the cliff and the river.

The creature's pelt was like moleskin, the fur gone except for a few tufts along his spine, and his sightless eyes bulged like eggs. His long, twisted claws flexed on the smooth branch that lay at his paws. The branch was stripped of its bark and, even in this light, Fallen Leaves could see claw marks etched along it, a crowded series of straight lines scarring the pale wood.

This is about life or death," Stripes interrupted. His claws slid out. "If necessary, our life and your death.

I told you just what she was—all velvet and claws!

Madness rides the star-wind . . . claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses . . . dripping death astride a Bacchanale of bats from night-black ruins of buried temples of Belial. . . . Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable.

Madness rides the star-wind . . . claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses

Bat Wraps Up" Belly full, he drops down from the echoing room of night. One last swift swoop, one bug plucked from the air with cupped tail, scooped neatly to mouth. As dark grows thin and body heavy, he tumbles to tree and grasps bark, folds that swirl of cape tipped with tiny claws and snags the spot that smells like home, Then ...upside flip, lock on grip... stretch, hang, relax, yawn... dawn.

Pye chat dous men zong li move . The paw of a cat is sweet, but its claws are nasty.

Mosca said nothing. The word 'damsel' rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy street. Much the same age and build as Beamabeth, and far more beleaguered. What made a girl a 'damsel in distress'? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws they would spend a lot less time 'in distress'.

What made a girl a damsel in distress? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws, they would spend a lot less time in distress.

No one had ever loved him enough to end his life before. "Was that the sweetest thing ever, or what? She killed me." "You are one lucky bastard, I'll give you that." Nigel caught him under the arms as his legs buckled. "The look on her face when she threw that claw was priceless. I'd have given my right nut to have my paints at that moment. Never seen such love.

the cat unsheathes its claws the world turns --from Resovle, written 1956

I'm pretty much a cat that way. Scratch my stomach, and I'll purr at you, but I'll want to gut you with my claws even more than if you'd ignored me.

She gripped his arm, pressing her claws into the naked flawless skin and the firm muscle beneath.

Go to her," Grimalkin said, backing away. "Wake her up. I will attempt to rouse Goodfellow once more. Perhaps he will waken if claws are applied in a strategically important area...

The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat - the overcoat he'd received from his father.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws.' The self-deprecation of mass man carried to its symbolic limit. How does he see himself? Not merely as a crustacean. Not even as a crustacean, only the very abstraction of a crustacean: claws. And ragged, at that. In the next line we see-