Quotes from Erin Hunter

My new name will keep me warm!

There is no Clan in the forest so true or so brave. I respect and admire the other Clans, but my heart is here, with ThunderClan- the Clan of heroes, the Clan of compassion, the Clan of destiny.

With a shock like a plunge into icy water, Leafstar realized that she no longer trusted her deputy.

Moth Flight!

It's one of those StarClan-cursed stoats!

Anything could happen," Spiderleg growled. "RiverClan might chase WindClan off the moor. They might decide to accuse us of taking the kits instead. Leafpool told Firestar that WindClan is desperate enough to do anything.

She wondered how many lives he had left. Perhaps that's what gave him confidence. Why did only leaders get to have nine lives? Wouldn't it be more useful if StarClan granted every cat nine lives?

Maybe Breezepaw wouldn't be such an annoying furball if he had Brambleclaw for a father instead of Crowfeather.

Why did only leaders get to have nine lives? Wouldn't it be more useful if StarClan granted every cat nine lives?

I understand now, Fluttering Bird! I must draw the cats close—together once more—so that we can grow strong and spread like the Blazing Star.

You didn't want me to feel different, so you let me feel like a failure. I've always thought I was just a ... a terrible leopard. I can't jump, can't hunt, not like the others. I've been struggling to keep up my whole life. Different would have been better.

Why can't StarClan tell us something clearly, instead of talking in riddles?

It doesn't even look as if it'll be that hard," Oatpaw added as he peered out at the stoats. "They're kind of . . . cute!

I feel sorry for ThunderClan, stuck with you as leader, when every cat knows the bad blood you've inherited.

This is your decision, Fireheart. No cat can make it for you.

Hi, Fireheart. How's life as a deputy?" Her eyes were gently curious and her voice was friendly, not challenging. "Fine," Fireheart told her. Or it would be, if I didn't have a pain in the neck for an apprentice, he thought with frustration, or the elders fretting about the wrath of StarClan, or a leader who can't even decide who should mentor Brindleface's kits.

Every cat knew that not many moons had passed since Squirrelflight and Leafpool had been gravely injured in a rockslide. Leafpool had died, and Squirrelflight had nearly died, her spirit walking in StarClan as her body healed. In part, it was her love for Bramblestar, and his for her, that had drawn her back into the living world.

Right, let's see if we've frightened off all the prey in the forest

This will not be the end of the clans as long as I have breath in my body" ~jayfeather

Bristlefrost didn't reply for a moment, instead bending her head to give her chest fur a few embarrassed licks. "Yes . . . yes, I do have feelings for you," she admitted at last. "But what can we do about it? Nothing." She closed her eyes briefly as if in pain. "There's no way it can go anywhere.

But we have to eat first!" Squirrelpaw wailed. "My belly is growling louder than a monster on the Thunderpath! I could eat a fox, fur and all.

A strong Clan depends on strong warriors

Darkness swept over Flametail and the sunlight vanished forever.

His belly cramped with apprehension