“Graystripe, find Cinderpelt." "Too late," Whitestorm breathed. "I go to hunt with StarClan." "You can't - the clan needs you! I need you!" "You will find others..." The white warrior's gaze, growing rapidly dimmer, flickered to Graystripe and back again. "Trust your heart Firestar. You have always known that Graystripe is the cat StarClan destined to be your deputy." Letting out a long sigh he closed his eyes.” SadFirestarGreystripeWhitestorm Book:The Darkest Hour Source: The Darkest Hour
“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