Quotes from Erin Hunter

I've been buried alive!

And ShadowClan holds power over there, in the darkest part of the forest. The elders say that the cold winds from the north blow over the ShadowClan cats and chill their hearts.

Before all is peacefull, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red

You're still beautiful to me. You always will be.

I've changed my mind. I don't want to be a squirrel any more. I'd rather be a bird!

Clovertail blocked the entrance and wouldn't let any of them in," Petal added. Firestar rested his tail on Clovertail's shoulder. "Well done." The she-cat rose painfully to her paws, revealing the marks of rat bites on her chest and shoulders. "You should go see Echosong," Petalnose told her. "I can look after the kits.

It's not his last life," she rasped, "and even if it were, I couldn't kill him." "Why not? StarClan would honor you for it." Fireheart could not believe her words. The name Brokenstar had always made this old she-cat bristle with rage. Yellowfang dragged her gaze from Brokenstar and looked at Fireheart. Her eyes clouded with pain and grief as she murmured, "He is my son.

Don't close eyes and wait for path to choose you. Choose path and follow it

We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.

She's a skilled and swift fight, and I know she'll pass on her training on to you.

Trees don't sneak on you." -Brook Where Small Fish Swim

Die, ShadowClan trespasser!" "Get off, you great lump!" Jayfeather protested, though there was laughter in his voice. Squirrelflight whipped around. "Honestly! How old are you both?

It was Tigerstar's ambition that destroyed him. If he had been willing to wait for power to come to him, he would've been the greatest leader in the forest.

They huddle in the marshes and woods, hiding like prey from the wind and the sun. We live with our tails touching the sky.

Hope is easy, but it catches no prey.

Yellowfang dragged her gaze from Brokenstar and looked at Fireheart. Her eyes clouded with pain and grief as she murmured, "He is my son." Fireheart felt the ground lurch under his paws.

Don't you know medicine cats don't have kits?" hissed Yellowfang furiously. "But I heard you were a warrior before that," Firepaw ventured. "I have no kits!" Yellowfang spat. She snatched her tail away from him and sat up. "Anyway"—her voice suddenly lowered, and she sounded almost wistful—"accidents seem to happen to kits when I'm around them.

The only failure is not to try, and I've never stopped trying.

He set a brisk pace through the trees, but not so fast that he failed to notice the brilliant green fronds of new bracken beginning to unfurl, or the first pale buds of primroses pushing out of their green coverings. Birdsong filled the air, and the fresh scent of growing things.

Of course. I have made good friends in all the Clans. I've seen kits born and watched elders leave on their final journey to Silverpelt. I've made the long journey to the Clans' new home. Believe me, I wouldn't change a single day. I know it is not in your power to give me longer with my Clan. But I can't help wanting more.

But why tell me?" Fireheart repeated. "Perhaps after so long I want a cat to know the truth," meowed Bluestar with a slight frown. "I think you of all cats might understand, Fireheart. Sometimes there are no right choices.

Neither of them is right. And neither of them is wrong. Prophecies are strange things. Their words are never clear.

ThunderClan is doomed!" "There will be a cat who burns like fire!" "Trust no one, not even your Clanmates. Too many hearts are fickle." "Beware the striped face and snapping teeth!

Jayfeather might be one of the best, but there were days when being trained by a badger might be easier.