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“meowed. “Why not?” Fireheart held his breath as he watched the leader’s eyes flick from Yellowfang to Tigerclaw and back again. He wondered if Yellowfang was going to tell Bluestar that Brokenstar was her son. “If we did, we would be no better than he is,” replied Yellowfang calmly. Tigerclaw’s”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice

“Us? What do you mean by us!”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice

“We must be hunters,” Vjorn said, his voice a low growl. “We will make this area our stalking grounds. Shaping it for our purposes. Luring our prey into the traps of our devising. Giving them a false sense of security, only to rip it away, along with their lives.” Sometimes I forgot how grandiose Vjorn could speak.”
― Shami Stovall, Master Arcanist

“raced after him, past Fourtrees to the steep slope that led to the uplands. They bounded up, their paws made noiseless by the snow. When they reached the top, Fireheart was battered by a howling wind that turned his ears inside out. The WindClan hunting grounds looked more barren than ever, the gorse hidden by a layer of snow. “Fireheart! You know the way to the WindClan camp!” yowled Tigerclaw above the wind. “Lead us there.” He slowed to let Fireheart pass. Fireheart wondered if the deputy didn’t trust Onewhisker enough to let the WindClan warrior guide them. He looked back at Graystripe, hoping for some help, but the gray warrior had his head bowed low and his shoulders hunched miserably as the wind buffeted his thick fur. There would be little help there. Fireheart turned his eyes to StarClan and sent up a prayer for guidance. He was surprised to find that he recognized the shape of the land even beneath the snow. There was the badger set and the rock Graystripe had climbed to get a better view. He followed the contours he remembered from his journey with Graystripe until he reached the dip in the land that marked the WindClan camp. Fireheart paused at the rim of the hollow. “Down there!” he yowled. For a heartbeat the wind dropped,”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice