May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep. (Leafpool to Ashfur, page 1)

Nights're cold now. Nights g'cold, y'get sick. S'what happens.

You have to stop thinking about Billystorm in that way, right now! You have a different destiny, one that involves the future of the whole Clan. And it is a path that you must walk alone.

This is not an end. It is a beginning. You will need the courage of a lion to face this journey.

[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 have sacrified so much. And our Clan walks a safer path now. With this life, I give you pride, so that you may know your own worth and the worth of your Clan. Thank you for raising Whitestorm. You were chosen long ago, and StarClan has never regretted its choice.

Four will Become Two, Lion and Tiger will Meet in Battle, and Blood will Rule the Forest.