"I hope he has them chasing blue squirrels all day!"
"But there aren't any blue squirrels."
~Graystripe and Fireheart~
"It's coming, a battle between Starclan and The Dark Forest and every warrior will be called upon to fight."
"Three young cats with starlight in their eyes and the whisper of ancient wind in their fur.
"Havn't you noticed?
"Fireheart, every cat in the clan can see that Sandstorm is very, very fond of you!"
~Cinderpelt and Fireheart~
"Thanks." Bluefur didn't meet his gaze. Somehow the Thunderclan warrior's praise didn't spark the same thrill in her as Oakheart had done.
"I apolagize for my warrior. I think he must have caught a touch of the sun. Now I'd appreciate if you'd let us take some water."
Suddenly it didn't matter that he was blind, or that he couldn't take part in the contest. None of that mattered in the face of this prophecy, that promised a greater destiney for him and his littermates than anything a cat had dreamed of before. Leafpool was right to be wary of him. All his clanmates should be. And not just of him, but of Lionpaw and Hollypaw as well. One day we will be so powerful that we shall command even StarClan!