There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws.
A leaf cannot return to the bud - bluestar to fireheart and greystripe
She brought me a crow's feather...," he whispered.
Never be afraid of the future, for it brings wonderful things.
He never seemed to get tired. Always first up and ready to move on. Never afraid of what lay ahead.
Graystripe pushed past Tigerheart and Whitestorm and crouched beside his old friend. "I would have taken your place if you had let me". His voice was hoarse with grief.