You're gonna need a medicine cat for that burn! (non-quote)

ThunderClan is finished. There is nothing there for you.

Nightstar - Elderly black tom. Brave but frail.

What can we do?

APPRENTICE, DUSTPAW

The breeze was blowing a faint trace of unfamiliar cat scent toward them.

Fireheart's paws tingled as he remembered what Cinderpelt had told him a few nights ago.

APPRENTICE, GRAYPAW

He could not see her in the darkness, but her voice whispered in his ear.

He longed for the cool, damp glades of the forest, the thick canopy of leaves, and the smalls rustlings of prey in the undergrowth.

"Breezepaw, keep watch below," Brambleclaw whispered.

Will you come with me?

The first was Yellowfang.

Squirrelflight gave him a long look from narrowed green eyes. "Okay," she agreed. "But AFTER you've seen Leafpool."

"There's another cat close by," Brambleclaw murmured.

Whatever the future would bring, they were all in the paws of StarClan now.

Inquiring, curious, and thoughtful, though sometimes appeared shy and reserved.

I kept my secret well.

All of Rusty's senses strained ahead as he prowled forward.

"All is well with WindClan," he reported.