Quotes from Erin Hunter

WindClan has also thrived, despite the weather," Harespring announced.

I would hate to share blood with a murderer.

Cinderpelt, are you ready to look after the wounded?

Tigerstar's whiskers twitched. "I can't think of anything better. We've put up with ThunderClan long enough. It'll be good to have a new Clan on our border." He eyed Bramblestar mischievously. Bramblestar huffed. "ThunderClan will enjoy a break from ShadowClan as well." "You'll miss our scent markers!" Strikestone called from the gathered cats. Amused purrs rippled through the Clans.

Heat seared Bluefur's pelt, until she glanced down at her body, convinced she must be on fire. It vanished with a hiss. Would she ever have that much faith in herself?

Her gaze was drawn to the lean, gray-black shape of Crowfeather. Of all the others, he was the hardest to understand. Leafpaw wished she knew him better.

I knew it really," she mewed. "It's just that sometimes I dream about being in the forest, hunting with Brackenpaw, and then I wake up and the pain in my leg reminds me I'll never hunt again. It feels too much to bear. I have to pretend that maybe, one day, I'll be able to hunt.

Boulder stretched out one forepaw. "I've got a thorn in it," he announced cheerfully.

In a voice that was taut with shock and disbelief, Firestar called a name Lionpaw had only ever heard mentioned in nursery stories. "Graystripe!

and a loud purr rose from his throat, an enormous sound to come from his small, fluffy body.

I'm going. But I'll be back; you can be sure of that. I'll be revenged on you all!" He padded unevenly away from the Highrock. As he drew close to Fireheart he paused, drawing his lips back in a snarl. "And as for you . . ." he hissed. "Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crow-food.

What is it, Barkface?" prompted Morningflower. "Has StarClan spoken to you?

Feathertail

Leopardstar blinked. "I have.

I just hope the Twolegplace kittypets won't mind us taking their herbs," Lightleap fretted.

No!" Speckletail threw her head back and let out a yowl of pure desperation. "My kit! Oh, my kit!

Her pelt prickling with frustration, Hollykit pushed her way through the brambles and raced back to the nursery. She had just discovered how she wanted to serve her Clan, how to make sure that what she did really mattered. She wanted to be the next ThunderClan medicine cat!

Her mind flooded with an image of bounding after them to walk alongside Crowfeather, who was bringing up the rear; she drew in her breath sharply, almost able to feel his dark gray pelt brush against hers as they picked their way over the tufts of boggy grass.

EXCERPT FROM WARRIORS #2: FIRE AND ICE

I know how that feels, and I don't want to feel it again—but that's in the paws of StarClan.

jay-feather

Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!" Snowpaw was circling frantically, flicking her tongue like an adder

Birchfall, you asked for that." Brambleclaw paused in digging up his vole. "ShadowClan shouldn't have accused us of trying to cross the border, but you put us in the wrong when you started the fight. Warriors should know how to control themselves." "Sorry," Birchfall mumbled. "So you should be.

All battles leave deep wounds, whether you can see them or not. And wounds take time to heal.