Quotes from Erin Hunter

chewing and gulping.

Any cat would think we'd pulled his tail out.

Maybe if we told her about the time the impostor tried to kill Sparkpelt

Fireheart," the voice murmured again. "Beware an enemy who seems to sleep." "What do you mean?" asked Fireheart, his chest tightening. "What enemy?" "Beware!

Hey!" A paw prodded him in the side. "Go and catch me some prey, flea-pelt." Turtle Tail was awake, her green eyes alight with mischief. Gray Wing let out a snort of laughter. "Who are you calling flea-pelt? Okay, okay, I'm going.

No." Bluestar allowed a gleam of amusement to soften her eyes. "You are still warriors. A leaf cannot return to the bud. But you will live as apprentices until I think you have learned your lesson.

Help yourself," Bug invited her. "There are plenty of mice here—and they're really fat.

Tailgrabber] looked up at the others, fixing them with a stare that she hoped carried every last drop of the hatred she had been saving up in her heart for herself.

Speed isn't everything," Stonepelt told her. "A warrior who runs ahead of the prey catches less.

Sandstorm's sweet scent all around him.

Was she really implying I will be Alpha one day? It seemed such a distant, fantastical prospect

No, they made a mistake. They were just trying to make it better. No one should have died because Leafpool's heart led her along the wrong path.

Sandpaw, put that fire ant down. No, I don't care that Firepaw might not know what it is. Now is not the right time to show him—and he certainly doesn't need to get bitten by one.

great power.

SANDSTORM—pale ginger she-cat

Bluestar told me, 'Four will become two. Lion and tiger will meet in battle, and blood will rule the forest,'" Firestar finished. "And then blood oozed out of the hill of bones and started to fill the hollow. Blood everywhere . . . Cinderpelt, what does it all mean?

I will never forget this," she hissed, slowly turning to glare at each one of her Clanmates. "You have betrayed me and my kits. You will live to regret this day forever, ThunderClan, and that is a promise.

I will avenge my littermate," she assured Gorse Fur.

Would he ever have the nerve to tell her he wanted her to be more than a friend? His fur prickled with frustration. He could be the bravest warrior in all four Clans, but the thought of telling Cinderheart how he felt drained every drop of courage from him.

We all were. We wanted to learn the warrior code." "Only because you wanted to be like ThunderClan," Needlepaw scoffed.

With this life I give you courage

pleased when Nightheart fell in beside her.

Thank StarClan I'm not. You're about as much use as a dead fox. Very well, Darkstripe, do as you like.

GORSETAIL—very pale gray-and-white tom