Squirrelflight rested her tail on his shoulder, urging him to lie still until his injuries could be treated. Brambleclaw led Stormfur and Brook up to Firestar. The Clan leader's eyes stretched wide in surprise. "Stormfur...and Brook! What are you doing here?" "There'll be time to explain later," Stormfur meowed. "For now, Firestar, put us to work.

Why do relationships have to be so complicated?

Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once.... don't make me save you again.

I'm not going to get myself hurt." I'm too important to let that happen. ~Jaypaw

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.

A leaf cannot return to the bud - bluestar to fireheart and greystripe

You know Yellowfang, don't you? she was cranky, stubborn, impatient-and the most loyal cat you will ever meet.