“Well, I'm more lopsided than a one-legged badger. I think I'll have to settle for hunting stupid mice. They won't stand a chance. I shall just wander up to them and sit on them till they surrender.”(younger, comedically delivered to break the tension)

“And they’d feed me pellets that look like rabbit droppings and soft slop! No way! I can’t think of anything worse than being a *kittypet*! They’re nothing but Twoleg toys! Eating stuff that doesn’t look like food, making dirt in a box of gravel, sticking their noses outside only when the Twolegs allow them? That’s no life! (sure, confident) Out here it’s wild, and it’s free. We come and go as we please.” (starstruck thinking about his life)

“I can’t. That’s the only thing I can’t do for you. I belong with my kits, and they belong in RiverClan. Oh, Fireheart, Fireheart… I’m being torn in two!” (as a warrior- heartbreaking)