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! Out here it's wild, and it's free. We come and go as we please. Until you've tasted a fresh-killed mouse, you haven't lived.” [In an exaggerated and slightly disgusted tone]

“Now Darkstripe,” Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, “is neither young, nor pretty.” [disgusted tone]

“And Lionheart. He’s my mentor, which means he’s training me to be a warrior.”[In a proud tone]