"I'd say we are in hell, but then i'd imagine it'll be easier to get a fucking fire going."
"The elders say that the cold winds from the north blow over ShadowClan cats and chill their hearts."
rode out of Northern lands, enormous lands alone
And the rain is changed to a silver dust
And the sea to a great green stone,
And a shape that moveth murkily
in mirrors of ice and night
Hath blanched with fear all beasts and birds,
Blasts a man's hair with white.