Quotes from Erin Hunter

His name is Brokenkit," I said, my voice faltering. Lizardstripe nodded, seeing the bend in his tail, like a broken branch. That's where every cat would think he'd gotten his name. But the truth is, I named him for the feeling in my chest as I left him there, as if my heart were breaking in two, as if my life had broken down the middle.

There won't be any softhearted alliances here! ShadowClan will always be the dark heart of the forest.

No, I don't." Graystripe gave an exasperated snort. "But what will Sandstorm think? She's not some pretty little kittypet, hiding behind big, strong warriors. She can take care of herself.

As she padded off toward the camp, she heard Finpaw's voice behind her, raised in a triumphant yowl. "Hey, Larksong, I killed the leaf!

Certainly not. You need to sleep," their mother, Blossomheart, scolded. "And so does Graystripe.

I just want to say that I will continue to serve my Clan and the warrior code, even from the elders' den." Her green gaze, full of love and loyalty, swept around the circle of her Clanmates. "I wish Firestar were here at my side," she went on, her voice shaking, "but I know he's watching over me, and over all of us.

We've been battle training!" Mistpaw exclaimed, bounding up to Frostpaw. "I killed Graypaw!" "Did not!" Graypaw retorted as he joined his littermates. "I was just pretending, so I could grab you and shred you!

He faced Darktail. "You will take this Clan over my dead body." Delight sparked in Darktail's gaze. "That sounds fair." The rogue leader flung himself at Rowanstar.

If I find the cat who did this," Brambleclaw growled softly, "they will regret taking the life of a warrior and my Clanmate.

Good, WindClan is here," he mewed. "Let's go and meet them.

through the crack

I'm more than just a blind medicine cat! Jaypaw flexed his claws. I'll show them!

See you tomorrow!" Yakone called after her.

Without light, you will have only your instincts. Follow them and if they are true, you will be safe." "What if they are not true?" "Then you will die in darkness.

I guess you'll never understand." Graypaw sighed. "You weren't born wild. It makes a big difference. You need to be born with warrior blood in your veins, or the feel of the wind in your whiskers. Kitties born into Twoleg nests could never feel the same way.

My belly thinks my throat's clawed out!

A stoat rushed at him, rearing up to attack him with both forepaws. Crowfeather ducked underneath its forelegs, and as the stoat landed, he spun around to fasten his teeth in its throat. He pinned it to the ground, his paws gripping it determinedly until he felt a warm rush of blood; the stoat went limp and he tossed it aside. Looking up, he found himself staring into the face of Nightcloud.

The nursery will fill up then." He cast a hopeful glance at Millie, who was eating a sparrow beside the fresh-kill pile. "I don't suppose . . . ?" Graystripe shook his head. "Our days of having kits are gone

When all cats have closed eyes, we gave the gift of sight to the cat who is blind. You see more than most, but look inside, too. See your own strength.

Are you carrying his kits?

You couldn't catch greencough!" Poppypaw taunted him. "Yes, I could!" Foxpaw argued. The other apprentices purred with amusement.

This could be our chance to make RiverClan great. If the other Clans are weak, we could rule over the whole forest.

The hardest lesson I've learned as a mother is that you can't control what happens to your kits," she told the younger cat. "All you can do is love them, and guide them, and try to do what you think is right for them when you can. That's what you're doing. You're a good mother.

I've heard Lusa muttering about grubs and berries in her dreams," he told his friend.