Quotes from Erin Hunter

his first dawn without Willowbreeze. He could hardly believe the

Locating a bit of twig on the ground, he snatched it up behind Mousefur's back and cracked it in his teeth. "That's one flea you don't need to worry about," he meowed.

The cold that gripped her seemed at last to let her go. She closed her eyes and in her last moment felt only warmth. Only love.

We have the wisdom of ages. You have the stupidity of youth!

For a moment Appledusk looked as if he was going to disagree, then he nodded. "You're right. Come on, we'll take one kit each. Mapleshade, follow us.

With this life I give you strength. Don't let softness sway you from what must be done for your Clan.

Ashfur broke his neck," she mewed bleakly. "I'm sorry to say that he's dead.

But then he saw Bristlefrost stroll past him, following Violetshine. She glanced at Rootpaw and winked. Without another thought, he fell into step behind the ThunderClan warrior. I'm in.

Silverstream!" Graystripe reared up and flung back his head. His wails of grief split the quiet air. "Silverstream!

Wow!" Fish Leap exclaimed, his voice trembling with amusement. "You caught a tree!

Maybe we will meet again in the paths of dreaming, but my heart tells me this is farewell.

Ooh, bossy medicine cat!" Sparkpaw exclaimed. "Have you been taking politeness lessons from Jayfeather?

If you were a RiverClan cat, you wouldn't mind getting your paws wet!" "And I wouldn't mind catching a frog or a toad to eat," mewed Littlecloud. When the other cats glanced at him in surprise, he added defensively, "They don't taste that bad!

As long as Cloudtail loved me, I was no longer Lostface, but Brightheart.

The sound of a huge yawn came close to Jaypaw's ear, and Cloudtail's scent wafted over him. "Why don't you get moving?" he mumbled. "Then every cat can get a bit more sleep." "No chance." Dustpelt spoke sharply nearby. "You're coming with me and Sandstorm on the dawn patrol." "Mouse dung!" Cloudtail muttered.

I no longer deny that StarClan exists.

Plenty of she-cats have kits and then return to the warriors' den." But do they become Clan leader?

The greatest hunter is one who knows how to wait.

Jaypaw wasn't sure she was right. If the Clan cats failed to drive out the intruders, the Tribe, and the spirits of its ancestors, might have to face a journey of their own.

You can't punish them for loving you too much, Hollyleaf.

Tawnypelt pointed out. "I doubt they'd follow us. They must be quite stupid, or they wouldn't let Twolegs on their backs.

Graystripe comes with me," Firestar put in, with a glance at his oldest friend.

Leafpaw winced; how could Mothwing believe that the only task of a medicine cat was to heal?

Thank you for helping me," Lionblaze began, halting a pace or two in front of Breezepelt. His gaze and his tone were wary. "But why did you? You said I should never have been born. You wanted me dead." Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.