Quotes from Erin Hunter

warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.

StarClan wanted him as much as Bluestar did. Poor Firestar, he scarcely seems able to close his eyes without some farsighted dream filling his mind. But he has handled this burden well, lived up to all of StarClan's expectations. Maybe it took more than a Clanborn cat to discover Tigerstar's treachery, or to bring WindClan home after they were driven out by ShadowClan

THIS BRAVE, BIGHEARTED THUNDERCLAN leader started life as a kittypet named Rusty, and lived with housefolk for his first six moons. He inherited his father Jake's fascination with what lay beyond the Twoleg nests, in the woods where wild cats were rumored to live.

If StarClan didn't want her to meet Oakheart, surely they would have said something to Featherwhisker, something that would make him stop her? Maybe StarClan wanted this to happen. Maybe it was her destiny.  

That's the most mouse-brained plan I've ever heard!" some cat exclaimed, and Crowfeather realized with horror that it had been him. His disgust at what he had just heard must have driven out all thoughts of being tactful, or of not getting deeper into trouble with Onestar. Well, it's too late to take it back now. He took in a breath and went on, "Haven't

Lucky's gut churned with dread. I couldn't have told them anything about Lick, about her secret meeting with Grunt. Alpha would have thrown her out—or killed her. I just hope I made the right decision.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm.

We need a rest and a meal more than you can imagine," Firestar meowed. Ravenpaw gazed at his friend's mud-stained pelt. "Oh, Firestar," he murmured, "I think I can imagine.

Willowpelt agrees with young Graystripe," Bluestar declared. "A thaw is on the way." Graystripe lifted his chin and flashed a defiant look at Fireheart, but Fireheart didn't care. Bluestar was going to call off the raid! Now Graystripe wouldn't have to choose between his Clan and Silverstream, and Fireheart wouldn't have to join a raiding party against a Clan he knew was already suffering.

his flanks were tucked up with hunger.

In the final confrontation with the Dark Forest, Spottedleaf gave her life in the stars to save Sandstorm, one last gift to her beloved Firestar.

How are your kits?" he asked. Graystripe purred proudly. "They're wonderful!" he eclared. "The she-kit is just like her mothe, every bit as beautiful and with the same temper! She gives her den mother quite a bit trouble, but every cat loves her. Especially Crookedstar. The tom is more easygoing, happy whatever he's doing." "Like his father," remarked Fireheart. "And almost as handsome," boasted Graystripe, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Crowfeather: Leafpool, I know you feel the same as I do. Somehow we have to be together. Leafpool: But I'm a medicine cat, and I'm from another clan. There isn't any future for us Crowfeather. Crowfeather: Leafpool, do you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you? Leafpool: Yes, I do.

This one is for Ferncloud," Dewpaw continued. "She was killed by Brokenstar when she was defending the kits in the nursery. And this is Sorreltail. She hid her wounds because she wanted to take care of the kits, but she died just when we thought we had won. She was the bravest of all.

tabby warrior looked like a baby crow with a black frill

They were black, white, and gray, with black around their eyes and white around their muzzles," Leafstar replied. "They walk on four legs like we do, but they can stand on their hind paws like a Twoleg. And they can grip things like a Twoleg, with their front and back paws. Their ears are like ours, but they have short, pointed muzzles like a fox.

Pickle? Stupid name! Stupid cat!

I would give my last drop of blood to save your kit," Leafpool meowed softly to Crowfeather. "You know that.

he felt as if a tree had fallen and pinned him to the ground.

Tallkit shivered. This was only his second sunrise outside the nursery, and his paws pricked with excitement. A light dusting of snow had turned the camp white, frosting the tussocky grass and thick heather walls. The freezing air stung his nose. He fluffed up his fur.

The tabby rogue bounded alongside the river until he reached the fallen tree that Sky had used to cross a few days before. Leading Firestar over to the far bank, Scratch started to climb another trail that led up the cliff face on the opposite side. Firestar panted after him, wishing he had the rogue's powerful haunches. Scratch was a true SkyClan cat!

Mickey does what he thinks is right. He can stay loyal to the longpaws as well as to the Pack — don't you see, Lucky? That's just who he is. He wouldn't be Mickey if he forgot the longpaws.

Bluekit imagined trees and bracken and nettles and gorse stretching far beyond the camp into an endless sky. "But my legs aren't long enough to travel that far," she protested. As her visions faded into dreams, she heard her mother's voice continue. "They'll grow, my sweet, until one day they'll be strong enough to walk the whole world.

Medicine cat' means nothing on its own, without an understanding of what should be done--which isn't always what you first think.