Moonrise

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

Crowpaw,I can hear the voices clearly now, this is for me to do.

I know my name's Squirrelpaw, but I never thought I'd wish that I WAS a squirrel!

From now on, wherever you walk, I will walk with you. . .

I've changed my mind. I don't want to be a squirrel any more. I'd rather be a bird!

To truly be a medicine cat lies in a cat's heart, and all its five senses. You must be braver than warriors, wiser than a clan leader, humbler than the tiniest kit, more willing to learn than an apprentice...

Neither of them is right. And neither of them is wrong. Prophecies are strange things. Their words are never clear.

These mysteries were too much for him; he was a warrior, and all he wanted was to follow the warrior code. But what should he do, when the code did not speak clearly to him?

Why do Twolegs do anything? If we knew that, our lives would be a lot easier.

It’s been a long time since Cloudtail ate kittypet food. He was young and stupid then.

Stormfur stopped short when he noticed a glow of admiration in Feathertail’s eyes. Surely his sister couldn’t be interested in Crowpaw? All he ever did was argue and push himself forward as if he were already a warrior. A cat from another Clan—and an apprentice at that!—had no right to start padding after Feathertail. And whatever did Feathertail see in him? Didn’t she know the problems this sort of thing could cause—hadn’t she learned that from their own parents? Then

Twolegs are mad. Even the smallest kit knows that.

Crowpaw backed off a pace or two, still looking furious, and Feathertail pressed her nose against his flank

The Tribe of Endless Hunting has not shown that to me,” Stoneteller replied. “I do not know when the silver cat will come, or from where, but we will know it when he arrives.

I’m starving!” she announced. “Where’s the prey around here?

Feathertail gazed into the young prey-hunter’s eyes. She knew Brook believed what she was saying, but she couldn’t forget how Stormfur had thought that this cat was his friend. Stormfur didn’t make friends easily—a legacy of being half-Clan, always feeling as if he had more to prove than other warriors, as if he could never fight hard enough or catch enough prey. Feathertail had watched this she-cat win her brother’s trust, but now she had betrayed him, and would probably see him die in a battle with Sharptooth for the sake of her Tribe.

Medicine cat' means nothing on its own, without an understanding of what should be done--which isn't always what you first think.

Well, I am sure, for we do not achieve this by ourselves, but by the strength of StarClan within us.