Quotes from Erin Hunter

Is Jayfeather back?" Bumblestripe nodded. "He got back just after you left." "Was he okay?" Bumblestripe shrugged. "He snapped at Hazeltail for getting in the way, hissed at Cherrypaw for trampling on Ferncloud's moss, and ordered Foxleap and Toadstep to fetch comfrey." He glanced warily over his shoulder. "So I guess he's fine.

Is this the beginning of the end?

Leafpool picked up her bundle and bounded off through the trees. Bramblestar watched her go, more glad than he could express that she was ThunderClan's medicine cat once more.

Tree: I'm Tree. Jayfeather: You're the six-toed cat. Alderheart: How did you guess? Jayfeather: Why else would Leafpool make so much drama of bringing us out?

just spoken to Lionheart. Ravenpaw won't be training with us till his wound is better. He'll probably stay at Spottedleaf's den for another day or two. Dustpaw and Sandpaw are on hunting duty. So Lionheart thought you and I could train with him and Tigerclaw this morning. We'd better hurry, though," he added. "They'll be waiting!

Jagged Peak was buried alive.

The she-cat carried on walking without looking back. "Mapleshade," she mewed.

The four Clans will be enemies until the end. And yet we all want the same things: prey to hunt, a safe territory to raise our kits, and peace to share dreams with our ancestors. Why must we hate one another over such simple desires?" —Pinestar to Bluefur Bluestar's Prophecy, page 244

Just as she had promised to Reedshine, Mapleshade's desire for vengeance would never sleep.

Next time," Lionblaze muttered, "I'll check who my parents are before I'm born.

Brokentail, I give you a life for compassion. Use it to shelter the weakest in your Clan, the kits and elders and the sick. Use it to show mercy to your enemies and to choose the path your paw steps will follow.

I've unsheathed my claws too many times. I want to save lives, not destroy them.

Where's Feathertail?" Graystripe's gaze flicked past Stormfur as if he expected to see the pale-gray she-cat waiting at the foot of the rocks. Squirrelpaw stared at her paws. Poor, poor Stormfur. He brought the worst news of all, to RiverClan as well as ThunderClan.

I'm not so old that I've lost my wits, you piece of fox dung!" Tallstar snarled.

Stars blazed above Hollyleaf 's head, reminding her that the spirits of her ancestors were watching over her.

They were as superstitious as owls!

Spirits of cats who have gone before," Moony mewed, "I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever.

You'll never make me ashamed of who I am or what I look like.

A murmur passed through the Clan, and Bluefur wondered if he'd overheard the elders talking about inviting Goosefeather to give up his duties and join them beneath the fallen tree. The old medicine cat was standing with his fur on end and his eyes mad, glaring at nothing. It seemed like it might be a kindness to set him free from his responsibilities and let his denmate take over.

Which cat would give her a seventh life? She scanned the ranks and purred when she saw that Mosskit was padding forward, her tiny paws sending up sparks of starlight where they touched the ground. She had to rear up on her hind paws to touch Bluefur's head. "With this life I give you trust. Believe in your Clan and in yourself. Never doubt that you know the right path to take.

I could run farther than a hare! I could fight the fiercest fox that ever lived...I could climb the highest mountain faster than an eagle could fly.

Your Clan is safe for now. But there will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws.

Destiny isn't a path that any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest.

Trust ShadowClan cats to get competitive about deaths they have watched.