You idiot!" She spat, flattening her ears. "What are you doing in my territory?" "Drowning?" Replied Graystripe.
I hope he has them chasing blue squirrels all day!" Graystripe hissed to Fireheart as they headed toward the corner where a few pieces of fresh-kill remained from last night. "But there aren't any blue squirrels," Fireheart mewed in confusion. Precisely!" Graystripe's amber eyes gleamed.
I've missed you, too, Graystripe. I watch over you, every day and every night.
You must do whatever you think is best. But I know one thing. Nothing meant more to Graystripe than your friendship and his Clan. Even when he was in RiverClan, he longed to go home. He would want to see ThunderClan as strong as it could possibly be, even if that meant accepting that he's not coming back.
Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:. . . Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?
Good-bye, Graystripe. I love you. Take care of our kits.