Mapleshade Quotes

What is your name?” Goosefeather called after her. The she-cat carried on walking without looking back. “Mapleshade,” she mewed.

Mapleshade: "Your punishment is complete now, Crookedstar. You have lost everything." Crookedstar: "No, Mapleshade. You're wrong. I still have a clan that I love and am proud to lead. And now... ...now everything precious to me is here, in StarClan. My family is waiting here for me, when my ninth life has passed. It's you who have lost. You have no power over me anymore." Mapleshade: "I have destroyed you!" Crookedstar: "No, Mapleshade. I still have the cats that I loved. You have nothing and no one.

The she-cat carried on walking without looking back. “Mapleshade,” she mewed.

Just as she had promised to Reedshine, Mapleshade’s desire for vengeance would never sleep.

Mapleshade unsheathed her scarlet, broken claws. “Leave me alone,” she rasped, forcing herself to lift her head and glare at her companion. “I don’t need anyone.

The latter. She had a good run," Sook said, doing a little shrug. It was his usual response to death at Mapleshade, and it was a safe bet that he felt that way about himself. Like most twice-widowed, Korea-vet, nature-loving, gun-enthusiast, bilingual, weed-connoisseur great grandfathers of five, he'd lived a full life.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths they have watched.

She woke shivering beneath a light coat of frost, missing the warmth of her kits.

It had stopped raining but the sky was thick with clouds and the wind was growing stronger, scented with more rain to come.

The life that she had known was over; if she couldn’t be a warrior, then she would dedicate every beat of her heart to avenging the deaths of her kits.

I did nothing wrong, and yet I have lost everything!

Adder! It bit me! Help!” Mapleshade let out a hiss. “Like you helped my kits? Never!

For a moment Appledusk looked as if he was going to disagree, then he nodded. “You’re right. Come on, we’ll take one kit each. Mapleshade, follow us.

Appledusk, help me!” The pale brown warrior shook his head. “Why should I? It’s your fault that these kits are dead. I never want to see you again.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths

Eeltail and Splashfoot were standing over three small dark shapes. Eeltail looked up, her eyes brimming with pity. “I’m so sorry,” she mewed. “We couldn’t save them.

By the time the kits were ready to be apprenticed, the truth about who their father really was would be unable to shake the loyalty of their woodland Clanmates. Even Oakstar would understand, once he valued the kits for themselves rather than any legacy they might carry. And once RiverClan gets to know them, those cats will feel the same!

I will never forget this,” she hissed, slowly turning to glare at each one of her Clanmates. “You have betrayed me and my kits. You will live to regret this day forever, ThunderClan, and that is a promise.

He would bleed a river of blood, every drop spilled for her helpless kits. . . .

Rage swelled inside Mapleshade’s head until the sounds of the forest faded away and her vision blurred. She

I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life.

You will live to regret this day forever, ThunderClan, and that is a promise.” She

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Twoleg den with cows and a dark, hay-scented barn where she and

A hawk swooped overhead and Mapleshade imagined it feasting on Ravenwing’s body after she had finished with him. He would bleed a river of blood, every drop spilled for her helpless kits. . .

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Appledusk will regret the day he met me! All those times he said he loved me, all the promises he made—they were nothing but lies! He never wanted my kits, so he let them drown. He could have saved them, I know he could have!

She knew she would have to wait for Frecklewish to pass by on patrol; even then, Mapleshade would need the luck of StarClan to get the she-cat alone.

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. “These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan,” she murmured. “I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life.” The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. “And ThunderClan thanks you,” he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when the Clans realize that they share these perfect warriors!

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. “These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan,” she murmured. “I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life.” The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. “And ThunderClan thanks you,” he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when

Ravenwing knelt in front of it, his head bowed. With a hiss, Mapleshade sprang forward, claws extended. She landed on his back, sending him rolling onto the smooth cold stone. She caught a glimpse of his eyes, bright in the reflected moonlight. “Mapleshade!” Ravenwing choked. “What are you doing here?” Mapleshade let her claws sink into the fur around his throat. “Avenging the death of my kits,” she snarled. “If I could kill you three times over, I would!” She knew she had nothing to say to the medicine cat. Nothing would bring back her kits. He simply did not deserve to live when they were dead. She bit down on Ravenwing’s neck and the black cat went limp beneath her.

Were you watching, my precious kits? I killed him for you! I hope you never see Ravenwing in StarClan. He should be in the Place of No Stars for all eternity.

Like you helped my kits?” Mapleshade growled. “Never! I hope you die in agony!

And once RiverClan gets to know them, those cats will feel the same!

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Appledusk is mine!

You will live to regret this day forever, ThunderClan, and that is a promise.

You must promise me,” Mapleshade lowered her voice, “that you will be loyal to your Clan above all other things. What you want for yourself is nothing compared to the needs of your Clan. Nothing, remember?” Her green gaze bore into his. “Do you make that promise?

No, Mapleshade, you are wrong. I still have a Clan that I love, and am proud to lead, and now... now everything precious to me is here, in StarClan. My family is waiting here for me, when my ninth life has passed. [...] I still have the cats that I loved. I know they are watching over me. You have nothing. And no one.

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He should be in the Place of No Stars for all eternity.

Chapter 27 “Mapleshade!” Dreaming, Crookedjaw raced through the forest. Dark earth sprayed behind him as he barged through the tangled undergrowth. “Mapleshade?” Where is she? He had so much to ask her. Questions that had been churning in his belly for days, nagging and nagging till he had to have answers. Why had she put Willowbreeze’s life at risk? Why had she clawed him for saving a Clanmate? What about his destiny? When was he going to get his first apprentice? How long till he became deputy? Would he follow Hailstar? Or Shellheart? Shellheart? Crookedjaw stumbled to a halt. Who, if he became leader, would have to die over and over before Crookedjaw took his place? Crookedjaw felt sick. It was bad enough waiting for Hailstar to lose his last life. He didn’t want to count off his own father’s deaths while he waited for his destiny to come true. “Higher!” A sharp growl sliced through the mist.

At last she reached the foot of the slope and crouched beside the Thunderpath. The stench of monsters caught in her throat and made her eyes water, but there were few of the noisy beasts around this early. She only had to wait a few moments before silence fell heavily in the valley and she was able to dart across the hard black stone. On the other side, she plunged through the long soft grass and into a hedge. She recalled passing a Twoleg den with cows and a dark, hay-scented barn where she and the other apprentices had paused to hunt. She decided to stay well clear this time, in case she ran into any of the other medicine cats traveling early to the Moonstone. After crossing a broad expanse of grass and pushing through another hedge, Mapleshade saw the dark brown tops of some Twoleg dens that looked like the barn. She swerved to the far side of the next stretch of grass and trotted through a row of trees to where the ground started to slope steeply up. Tilting back her head, she stared at the jagged rocks that marked the top of the ridge. The sun was striking them, turning them rosy and warm-looking, but their outlines still looked like teeth against the pale sky. Mapleshade’s belly rumbled and she realized that if she didn’t eat now, she would be hungry for the rest of the day up on the hillside. She ducked back under the trees and quickly picked up the scent of a mole snuffling in the sunshine. Not her favorite fresh-kill but too easy to miss. She struck the flattened black body with her front paw and tucked in for a meal.