Quotes from Erin Hunter

But we'll see what we can do. Violetshine, shall we go and talk to Leafstar now?" Violetshine sighed. Tree is such fun, and I like him so much, but there are times I could cheerfully rip his pelt off!

I want you beside me always." Fireheart breathed in her scent, rejoicing in the warmth of her body. He suddenly felt that he would always be happy if he could stay like that forever.

Nothing mattered to him more than the well-being of ThunderClan.

A search party was much more sensible than Leafpool's desperate plea for dreams. She was as edgy as a deer these days.

Thornclaw: Stemkit and Plumkit prefer to hang around the medicine den. Leafpool: I expect Jayfeather isn't too pleased. Thornclaw: No, but Alderheart says he enjoys having something to complain about. A twinge of homesickness jabbed Twigpaw's heart. Jayfeather used to complain about her.

And you're not, I suppose." Wind Runner's eyes widened with surprise.

Flamepaw felt a thrill of excitement shivering through his pelt.

My Clan is hungry. Our kits cry because their mothers have no milk. The elders are dying for lack of decent prey.

where there is more water than you could possibly imagine, like a river that has only one bank, and it's too salty to drink. Every night it swallows the sun in a flash of fire, bleeding into the waves without a sound.

Because today . . . this ends.

I'm starting to think there's something familiar about this fake Bramblestar," she murmured. "But I can't quite put my paw on what it is, or who it might actually be. I do know one thing, though," she added, meeting Shadowsight's concerned

Their matter-of-fact tone answered Jaypaw's question. These cats heard only the wind. The voices spoke to him alone.

Cool!" the young warrior exclaimed, his tail straight up in the air. Dustpelt rolled his eyes.

Not if StarClan themselves came and begged me

Sometimes, you can't even depend on your Clanmates," Tigerstar assured him solemnly. "You can only count on your kin.

Yellowfang crouched among the thorns with Deerleap on one

My herbs!" Jayfeather screeched.

Two Clans of purebred warriors

You can be the rabbits—" She paused. "I mean the rogues.

Just a warrior?" His whiskers trembled. "Too many omens. Three cats poisoned, two only whiskers from StarClan, Leopardfoot nearly dead, her three kits hanging on to life like rabbits in a fox den." He stared through her, seeming to forget she was there. "Why such a difficult birth for the Clan leader's mate? The kits may not make it through another night. The tom is too weak to mew, let alone feed. I should help them, and yet how can I when the signs are clear?

What happened?" Sagewhisker demanded. "The rats happened," Scorchwind growled.

The cold air chilled Firepaw's bones as blackness wrapped itself around him.

I'll show you that you can trust me," he promised quietly. Fireheart nodded, still half-ashamed that he hadn't listened to Longtail the night before. "The Clan needs you, Longtail," he meowed. "Far more than Tigerstar and Darkstripe need you, believe me.

Violetpaw: She brought me here to meet you. Tree: That was kind of her. Perhaps she thinks we're soulmates. Violetpaw: Soulmates? Tree: It is kind of romantic, don't you think? The moonlight? The heather? Violetpaw: Romantic? Do you flirt with every strange cat you meet? Tree: Only the ones who appear in the middle of the night claiming a ghost brought them.