Quotes from Erin Hunter

Bramblestar mewed

mean we're going to leave him here?" "No, it doesn't." Brambleclaw sounded determined. "These are not our warrior ancestors. StarClan has nothing to do with this Tribe. But we can't get him out by fighting, so we'll have to do it another way.

We've got you now, kittypet!

expressionless.

The river is overflowing.

wondering what she was up to. Beside the honeysuckle wall of the elders' den, in a dip that caught the morning sun, Graystripe was washing comfrey pulp into Millie's fur. Millie's eyes

Squirrelpaw

Minty stayed here when her housefolk's den was flooded, and she said she'd never had so much fun in her life.

You mean you have a cat who looks after you when you're hurt or ill?

purred. "I know you've been up to something," she meowed. "But I won't pry. All I know is that my apprentice seems back to her old self again. Which is good, because she was no use to any cat while she was moping around like a damp mushroom!

Stormfur stopped short when he noticed a glow of admiration in Feathertail's eyes.

Jaypaw swallowed hard, almost ready to start wailing like a kit that had lost its mother.

Only Skystar looked unconvinced. "So the rule on boundaries comes last now?" Gray Wing looked at the SkyClan leader. "Perhaps it should have come last all along.

I would like to stand again in the place where Feathertail lies.

She yelped at a wave of sharp stabbing pain across her belly. She lifted her head and saw a small, slime-covered black shape slither out onto the leaves. Squirrelflight tugged away the transparent sac that covered its head and Leafpool stiffened as a wail pierced the air.

Without hesitation Breezepelt darted in among them and slashed his claws across the nearest stoat's face before darting out again and running on. "Take that, mange-pelt!" he yowled. The injured stoat let out a screech of pain, and a furious chittering rose from its denmates.

I've never seen before

Fireheart gave it a tender lick on the head and it mewled, opening its pink mouth to reveal tiny white teeth. Princess looked at Fireheart, her eyes shining. "I have brought him for you, Fireheart," she meowed softly. "I want you to take

has always been the natural leader of all the Clans," she pointed out. "For that reason, we have to hold ourselves to a higher standard.

Hunting territory: A sandy gorge Camp: Caves in wall of gorge Unique battle skill: Aboveground combat

Squirrelpaw! Brambleclaw groaned inwardly. Firestar's daughter, eight moons old, recently apprenticed—and the biggest nuisance in ThunderClan.

Scourge!" Firestar yowled. "Turn and face me!" The small black cat whipped around, letting go of Cloudtail in his shock. "How . . . I killed you." "You did," Firestar spat back at him. "But I am a leader with nine lives who fights alongside StarClan. Can you say as much?

she flicked an ear lazily to dislodge a small insect that had mistaken her for a blade of grass.

Lostface!" Cloudtail spat suddenly. The venom in his voice startled Fireheart. "I hate that name," he hissed. "What right does Bluestar have to remind her of what happened every time a cat speaks to her? Well, I'm not going to use it again. And if Bluestar objects, she can . . . she can go and eat snails!