Quotes from Erin Hunter

I'm loyal to my Clan, Lionpaw told himself. I shouldn't have to prove it. But still, the bitter taste of his lie stung in his throat.

Tigerclaw checked that Oakpaw and Rowanpaw weren't actually killing each other, then led the medicine cat away from the training area into a circle of hawthorns.

Do you think I'm never wrong? You must trust your own judgement. Believe me, Leafpaw, one day you will make a wonderful medicine cat--perhaps even as good as Spottedleaf.

Good, whispered the voice in Tigerclaw's mind. These cats must make no decisions on their own, not unless you want them to feel more powerful than you.

Fear-Dog told me . . . we must return to our camp," he growled, his voice throaty with drool. "Now?" whimpered the little brown dog. "Now. Immediately." Terror swiped a trembling paw at her face, though this time he missed. "He says . . . we are to kill any strange dogs. Kill them all. Kill them on sight. Now go!

Nor did this stupid bird," crowed Cloudpaw, flicking his tail smugly.

I will honor my ancestors in StarClan, but not those who have ever walked in the Dark Forest. Guide my steps wisely, warriors of the past. And warriors of now.

With this life I give you love. Cherish your Clan as you cherished your kits, for now they all are your kin.

tabby ignored his thanks. "Just passin' through, eh?" he mewed. "I'll bet you've a story to tell. Why not stay awhile an' share it wi' me?" He stood up and braced himself, ready to jump down into the clearing.

Spottedkit, Redkit, and Willowkit sat like three baby owls outside the nursery, their eyes fixed on the moss as the older kits tossed it back and forth. Bluefur

I'll always be your friend, Talltail. But I'm a kittypet and you're a warrior. You'll always be a Warrior.

memorial branch had fallen on its side, but it was still visible, poking up out of the water below the Highledge. Brackenfur and Dustpelt waded over to it and dragged it back to the bushes where the other cats waited. "It's not floating very well," Brackenfur

Brackenfur's purring faltered and his eyes looked troubled. "You should have been with me," he murmured, gently nosing her injured leg. "No, I'm fine as I am," Cinderpaw insisted. "You'll have to be a warrior for both of us. And I'll have to settle for being the greatest medicine cat this forest has ever seen!

A warrior is heart and mind. It is not how we hunt and fight that defines our success, but how we face tragedy, how we rise above it. This is how we prove we are true warriors.' - Leopardfur

Alpha's muzzle curled in disbelief, but he went on watching Fiery intently. "Mad? In what way?" "Insane," Fiery told him. "Like a dog with the water-madness"—at this several Packmembers gasped and growled nervously—"but not that. His jaws foamed and he had fits, but he was in control. Very much in control. He rules his Pack with fear.

A little pain can be useful, as it will help me judge how well she is healing. - Spottedleaf

Determination surged through her. She would take care of Snowpaw, and she would take care of her Clan. She would never lose another cat that she cared for, not like this. She got to her paws and followed her Clanmates up the slope, her heart thumping dully in her chest. The

Sandpaw, put that fire ant down. No, I don't care that Firepaw might not know what it is.

Thunderpaths

Squirrelflight looked at the ground. "I think you are paying for my mistake." "Because you and Leafpool lied about who our mother was?" Lionblaze sounded as though he couldn't believe his ears. She nodded meekly. "But that was moons ago!" Lionblaze snapped. "Why should StarClan drag that up now? And what has it got to do with me and Jayfeather? Did we break the code by being born?

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

Scourge himself was killed by Firestar, leader of ThunderClan and Tigerstar's chief opponent.

He hoped the white cat would not have to suffer the pain he had felt when Spottedleaf died, or Graystripe's when he lost Silverstream.

Fireheart!" Ravenpaw meowed in delight. "Fireheart," Graystripe corrected him.