"I messed up... a lot. There's no way around that. I was born, I slept a lot, I opened my eyes, I walked around, Stormtail wanted nothing to do with us, Moonflower tried... she really did. But then she died in the WindClan attack. That should have been my motivation, right? I should have been a warrior worth her praise in StarClan. But I wasn't. I was completely average. I didn't do anything another cat couldn't do and the only reason I even became a deputy, let alone leader, is because it was given to me. Forced, almost. I was a walking disaster of a cat. You took pity on me and Goosefeather... Goosefeather probably saw one of his prophecies and thought I was destined to be the next leader but it really could have been any other cat."
"Like Rosetail!" Bluestar snapped, lunging to her paws. "Like Dappletail or Stormtail or Stonepelt or Sparrowfur. There were so many cats you could have chosen besides me and Thistleclaw. I kept making moused-brained mistakes and fox-hearted decisions and then when it finally caught up to me I couldn't handle it. And then I died not handling it."