Rivertail

“Sandpaw sighed. “When do you think you’ll get a new apprentice?” “Bluestar hasn’t said anything yet.” “Perhaps she’ll give you Cloudkit when he’s old enough.” “I hope so.” Fireheart stared across the clearing at the nursery, wondering if Yellowfang had finished treating Cloudkit. “If he makes it that far.” “Of course he’ll make it!” Sandpaw meowed confidently. “But he has a fever.” Fireheart let his shoulders sag with worry. “All kits get fevers!” Sandpaw retorted. “With his thick fur, he’ll recover in no time. That coat’s going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey’ll never see him coming, and he’ll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail!”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice

“Your friendship helps,” Yellowfang rasped. “He might not realize it now, but one day he—” She broke off as Cinderpaw appeared and dropped a bunch of herbs at Yellowfang’s feet. “Are these the right ones?” she asked. Yellowfang gave the herbs a quick sniff. “Yes, that’s right,” she mewed. “You can’t eat before the ceremony,” she added, “but I will. I’m too old and creaky to get to Highstones and back without something to keep me going.” She crouched in front of the herbs and began to gulp them down.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Fireheart looked at Cinderpaw. “Aren’t you even a bit frightened by Tigerclaw?” he asked curiously. “Why should I be?” replied Cinderpaw. “He’s a great warrior. I admire him.” Of course, why shouldn’t she? Fireheart thought. “You lie very well,” he growled sternly, trying his best to act like a mentor. “Well, I try not to,” mewed Cinderpaw. “I just thought the truth wouldn’t be very helpful here.” Fireheart had to admit she had a point.”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice

“Graystripe’s whiskers twitched. “Ah, but who would rescue me there?” he rasped.”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice