Spottedleaf Quotes

You're never been wrong before, Spottedleaf. If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so. Fire will save our Clan. -Bluestar, Into the Wild

In the deserted forest, Firestar crouched beside Spottedleaf's trembling body. Blood welled at her neck, soaking Firestar's cheek as he pressed against her. "Spottedleaf! Please don't go". Dovewing heard a sob in his mew. "You promised you'd be there to welcome me". Spottedleaf gave a tiny shake of her head. "That was never going to happen my love. I cannot journey with you anymore. I'm so sorry". Firestar pawed at her. "No! I still need you!" "Let her go" A she-cat shimmered into view, her gray fur long and matted. "Yellowfang?" Firestar looked at her, his green eyes pleading. "Don't let her disappear. Please." "This was her destiny." Yellowfang touched her muzzle to Firestar's head. "Let her follow it." "But she said she'd wait for me in StarClan!" Firestar's mew caught in his throat. Spottedleaf looked up at him and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something. A small gasp escaped her; then she fell limp. Her fur started to blur, leaving a faint outline and then nothing but bloodstained grass. Firestar's head drooped.

just spoken to Lionheart. Ravenpaw won’t be training with us till his wound is better. He’ll probably stay at Spottedleaf’s den for another day or two. Dustpaw and Sandpaw are on hunting duty. So Lionheart thought you and I could train with him and Tigerclaw this morning. We’d better hurry, though,” he added. “They’ll be waiting!

He hoped the white cat would not have to suffer the pain he had felt when Spottedleaf died, or Graystripe’s when he lost Silverstream.

Do you think I'm never wrong? You must trust your own judgement. Believe me, Leafpaw, one day you will make a wonderful medicine cat--perhaps even as good as Spottedleaf.

A little pain can be useful, as it will help me judge how well she is healing. - Spottedleaf

SPOTTEDLEAF—beautiful dark tortoiseshell she-cat with a distinctive dappled coat

In the final confrontation with the Dark Forest, Spottedleaf gave her life in the stars to save Sandstorm, one last gift to her beloved Firestar.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm.

Spottedleaf isn’t with StarClan anymore.” Grief thickened her mew. “But she gave Firestar a life for love.” A sob shook Sandstorm’s shoulders. Bluestar went on. “I gave him a life for nobility, though he was born with more nobility than any warrior I ever knew.” Her blue eyes glazed with sorrow. “I knew that Firestar would save the Clan many moons ago. As fire, and then as the fourth cat in the oldest prophecy, he succeeded. He leaves ThunderClan in the paws of a new leader.” She looked at Brambleclaw. “If you have half the courage and loyalty of Firestar, you will be a fine leader for ThunderClan.” As she spoke the StarClan cats drew closer around Firestar’s body. Touching pelts, they gazed down. A shadow stirred over the orange shape.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm. In her heart, she understood that the young she-cat was a far better choice, able to walk side by side with Firestar,

Not so fast, Tigerclaw!” Spottedleaf placed her paw over Tigerclaw’s sharp talon and gently moved it away. “This apprentice needs to keep as still as possible until the cut has healed. We don’t want him opening his wound by jumping about trying to please you. Leave him alone.

Leafpool mewed. “Do you think I should?” Spottedleaf gave her ear a warm, affectionate lick. “Not unless you want to—or unless Mothwing speaks of it herself. Just reassure her that she can be a great medicine cat and that she deserves to keep her place among her Clanmates.” “That’s not hard,” Leafpool meowed. “Mothwing is a great medicine cat. No cat could care more for her Clan than she does. She hates what Hawkfrost is trying to make her do.” Spottedleaf nodded and

I saw a kittypet today," she began. "On our territory?" Spottedleaf asked absently. "On a fence." Would the medicine cat think she'd gone mad? "There was something about him that made me wonder if he would make a good warrior." Spottedleaf looked up, her eyes shining with surprise. "A kittypet?" "His pelt was the color of flame." Spottedleaf blinked. "I understand." She spoke gravely. "You think he might be the fire." Bluestar nodded. "How will you know if you are right?" "I'll ask Graypaw to stalk him for awhile. See how he handles himself. Then I'll decide whether he could really be a clan cat." Her paws began to prick with excitment that she hadn't felt for moons. "If he shows promise I'll invite him to join the clan.

There are a couple of ticks I couldn’t pull out,” he told her when he had finished. “I should hope you didn’t even try, you idiot!” snapped Yellowfang. “I don’t want any tick heads embedded in my rear, thank you very much. Ask Spottedleaf for a little mouse bile to rub on them. A splash of that in their breathing holes and they’ll soon loosen their grip.” “I’ll get some now!” Firepaw offered. He was glad of a chance to get away from the grumpy cat for

You can’t make excuses,” Spottedleaf warned. “It’s too late for that, don’t you think?

Spottedleaf . . .” “With this life I give you love,” she murmured in her soft voice. “Use it well, for all the cats in your care—and especially for Sandstorm.

Spottedleaf gave her life in the stars to save Sandstorm, one last gift to her beloved Firestar. GRAYSTRIPE AND MILLIE

Spottedleaf isn’t with StarClan anymore.” Grief thickened her mew. “But she gave Firestar a life for love.