Quotes from Erin Hunter

Don't you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail's death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?

Stonetooth took his place. "I give you a life for duty," he meowed. "Remember what you owe to your Clan as well as what your Clan owes to you." He touched noses with Brokentail, who flexed his claws briefly and then was still.

Poor Cinderpaw'll think she's being stalked by toadstools," Lionpaw mewed.

It might be better if we travel alone today

Squirrelpaw staggered blindly through the mud, keeping her eyes fixed on Brambleclaw's tabby pelt. As long as he was in sight, she felt she would be safe.

After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove's gentle wing." - Warriors,Omen of the Stars,The Fourth Apprentince

Upset? I'm not upset. You have no idea how much pain I'm in. It's like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can't understand how any of you failed to see the blood....

Thank you." Clear Sky blinked happily at his cats, and gave Sparrow Fur a swift lick around the ears. "You are without doubt the most flea-brained kit I've ever come across," he meowed. "And the bravest. Thank you, too.

I'm not frightened of joining StarClan," Crowpaw spat back. "The forest is dying anyway. At least in StarClan, Feathertail will be waiting for me!

CHAPTER 10 Bright flowers nodded around the apprentice as she weaved, slender as a pine martin, through the grass. She sneezed as pollen dusted her soft muzzle. Then, relishing the sun on her back, she lifted her forepaws and peered over the curving stems. Wide-eyed, she gazed at the broad green pasture and breathed the soft scent of the shimmering grass.

From now on, I will be your father.

The fourth cat stepped forward; Yellowfang didn't know his name. He was a skinny gray tom, and he studied Brokentail carefully before he spoke. "I give you a life for truth. Without it, kin is set against kin, Clan against Clan. Hold fast to truth in all your dealings and let it guide your words.

I see you're more accustomed to forest hunting." Hawkfrost's condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. "Haven't you got anything better to do?" she challenged him. "Like hunt for your own Clan?" "I've already caught three mice and a thrush," he meowed. "I think I have earned a rest.

Dappled Leaf nodded. "They can share the spare nest." As River Ripple disappeared inside his den, Moth Flight glanced shyly at Micah. She'd only shared a nest with her brother before. Dust Muzzle had always teased her that it was like sleeping next to a badger. "I'm afraid I snore." "Good." He took another bite of fish. "I snore too." Dappled Pelt rolled her eyes. "Great," she muttered.

Whatever happens, no cat will forget that the Clans fought first with their hearts and then with their claws.

WindClan territory

Stormfur dropped the mouse, suddenly looking exhausted. When he lifted his head, his eyes were shadowed with uncertainty. "I've decided to stay with the Tribe.

She couldn't figure out whether he really wanted to be with Daisy, or whether he still loved Brightheart and was just being a mouse-brained tom.

Remember who you are and where you come from. I'm telling you these things because I know you're strong enough to listen. A great destiny awaits you and your friends, Gray Wing—but it won't wait forever. . . .

Stormfur yowled. He wove like a fish

The she-cat he had seen in the woods . . . was his sister!

Farewell, Birdflight, Gorsekit, Spottedkit. I will find you again one day, I promise.

With this life I give you patience." It was Goosefeather's turn. His gaze was lucid, his voice gentle. "You will need it.

Goosekit whimpered and buried his nose under his thick gray tail. The