“Here. Lick." Tigerclaw glared at her. "I'm not a medicine cat." Cinderpaw's blue eyes blazed as she rounded on the deputy. "You've got a tounge, haven't you? Lick, you usless lump of fur. Do you want the kit to die?" Fireheart flinched, half expecting Tigerclaw to hurl himself at her and slash her open with his powerful claws. Instead the dark tabby bowed his huge head and began to lick the second kit.” FunnyCinderpeltTigerclaw Book:Forest of Secrets Source: Forest of Secrets
“For the first time, a look of uncertainty flickered across Tigercalw's face, as the few cats he had trusted turned him down. "What about you, Dusteplt?" he demanded. "You'll have richer pickings with me than ever you will in ThunderClan." The young brown tabby got deliberately to his paws and picked his way through the surrounding cats until he stood in front of Tigerclaw. "I looked up to you," he meowed in a clear, level voice. "I wanted to be like you. But Redtail was my mentor. I owe him more than any cat. And you killed him." Grief an fury made his limbs shake, but he kept going. "You killed him and betrayed the Clan. I'd rather die than follow you." He turned and stalked away. A murmur of appreciation rose from the listening cats and Fireheart heard Whitestorm whisper, "Well said, youngster.” DustpeltTigerclawWhitestorm Book:Forest of Secrets Source: Forest of Secrets