[Fireheart] was interrupted by a screech from Cloudtail. "Fireheart! Fireheart, Brightpaw isn't dead!" Fireheart spun around and raced across the clearing to crouch beside Brightpaw. Her white-and-ginger fur, which, she had always kept so neatly groomed, was spiky with drying blood. On one side of her face the fur was torn away, and there was blood where her eye should have been. One ear had been shredded, and there were huge claw marks scored across her muzzle.

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

I’d bet a month of dawn patrols those apprentices had something to do with it,” Birchfall meowed. “Why else would they disappear back to ShadowClan without their mother?” Dustpelt let out a snort of amusement. “I can just picture those three holding Blackstar down until he agreed.

Graystorm: You know Firestar was also very naughty, just like you. Bramblepaw: Really? He seems to be very responsible! Graystorm: Yes. I was there when he was too stubborn to not help RiverClan

Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together... and shake the forest to its roots.

The only thing that can hurt me is being apart from you.

His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down.