Three young cats with starlight in their eyes and the whisper of ancient wind in their fur." -Rock, Cats of the Clans

You cannot live with a paw in each world.

Shut up, I'm thinking! -Jayfeather (Night Whispers)

She brought me a crow's feather...," he whispered.

Don't be scared. I'll look after you.

Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:...Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?

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.