Quotes from Erin Hunter

What is your name?" Goosefeather called after her. The she-cat carried on walking without looking back. "Mapleshade," she mewed.

I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey.

This would never have happened in my day," Archeye commented from where he sat in front of the elders' den. "What's next? Kit warriors?

And with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that the new leader of ShadowClan was Tigerclaw.

If no cat has more to say, we should end this Gathering," Firestar meowed. "Fine by me," Blackstar replied. Onestar and Leopardstar nodded.

I decided at that moment that we would find a way to be together. The future was terrifying, but we would face it together...our pelts brushing,our tails twined. Our hearts in love,forever. -CrowfeatherXLeafpool.

Fire will save the Clan," she murmured, and Fireheart remembered the mysterious prophecy that he had heard from his earliest days in ThunderClan. "You never understood, did you?" Bluestar went on. "Not even when I gave you your apprentice name, Firepaw. And I doubted it myself, when fire raged through our camp. Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan.

Foxleap, no! Not now! I've done everything I could! Oh StarClan, why can't you let me help these cats?

My littermates said I was too small...too weak. But I have proven them wrong. I've learned how to live for blood. Because that's the key. The only answer. I am leader of BloodClan. I am Scourge. And I have won!

I like being on my own. I mean, I'm sure a Pack's best for some dogs, but I've walked alone since I left my Pup Pack. I can look after myself.

You cannot live with a paw in both worlds

I choose my own destiny. Nothing can stop me—not even StarClan.

Cinderpelt's

Dovepaw made a mess of the hunting, true. But she ran to help a Clanmate in trouble when she had no idea what danger she would have to face on the other side of that bramble thicket. And when we couldn't get Icecloud out of the hole, she was quick to volunteer to be lowered down to help her, even though no cat really knew what might have been down there.

He knew Sandstorm liked and respected him, far more than he would ever have expected when he first joined the Clan, but it had never occurred to him that she felt anything stronger than friendship for him. Suddenly he pictured the soft sparkle in her pale green eyes when she had licked his stinging paws, and his fur began to prickle with a sensation he had not felt before.

Graystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend.

The newcomer has lost his Twoleg collar in a battle for his honor. StarClan has spoken its approval - this cat has been released from the hold of his Twoleg owners, and is free to join ThunderClan as an apprentice. You look like a brand of fire in the sunlight. From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Firepaw, in honor of his flame-colored coat.

The coming battle was waiting like a fox in the shadows.

Of course I mean it. I don't talk for the pleasure of hearing my own voice.

You'll know if she's doing them right," the medicine cat called over her shoulder, "because she'll complain!

You learned a good lesson about fighting as a team. Remember that no warrior needs to be a hero. The most heroic actions take more than one cat.

He knew a broken cat when he saw one; this was the end of Bluestar's leadership, even if he hadn't managed to take her last lives.

Firestar and Dustpelt were dead; Graystripe and Sandstorm were the last remaining cats of their generation.

One of the apprentices whispered loudly, "I'm not surprised he wants to hide in a Twoleg nest—once a kittypet, always a kittypet." Fireheart bristled. He hadn't heard that insult for several moons. But the story that a kittypet had joined a Clan must have made rich gossip at any Gathering. Of course WindClan would know. He whipped around and glared at the apprentice. "You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?