Quotes from Erin Hunter

ASHFUR TRULY LOVED SQUIRRELFLIGHT and was bitterly hurt when she passed him over in favor of Brambleclaw.

A WARRIOR REJECTS THE SOFT LIFE OF A KITTYPET.

It's all right," she murmured. "I'll stay here and take good care of the Clan, I promise. One day we'll meet again, walking among the stars.

Tree: My name is Tree. I didn't mean to tease. I didn't realize it would upset you. Violetpaw: My name is Violetpaw. Tree: That's a pretty name. Violetpaw: Don't start flirting again! Tree: I'm not. It's just a pretty name. Most cats I meet are named Rocky or Snake or something dumb like that. My name's Tree.

Nonsense," Daisy scolded. "You can't go to your warrior ceremony looking like some scruffy band of rogue kits. Any cat would think I hadn't brought you up properly." She began licking Berrypaw again, then broke off to add, "Mousepaw, you're just as bad! Have you seen the state of your tail?" "I hope Firestar has forgotten about my tail," Berrypaw mewed anxiously. "He might use it to give me my warrior name.

Crowfeather gave her a long look, hostility and something else in his eyes. He seemed about to say something, then just nodded and headed out of the camp. "Hey!

Fireheart had left his kittypet life to join ThunderClan

That was close

Hollyleaf was Clanless, codeless. She could be a rogue, even a kittypet. There was no way Hollyleaf could let Ashfur tell the four Clans about Squirrelflight's confession. She and her littermates would be driven out! Everything they had done up till now, all their loyalty to the warrior code, would count for nothing.

Two identical heads rose from the heap of fur. Firestar's ears pricked with curiosity. He had never seen cats like these before. Their slender bodies were cream-colored, but their legs, tails, ears, and muzzles were brown, and they had the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen.

I know you!" one of them spat at Barley. "You didn't have the courage to stay with Scourge." "At least I had the courage to leave," Barley hissed back at him, rearing up to swipe both forepaws at the gray warrior's ears. "It's your turn to run. You don't belong here.

Well, play something quieter!" Spiderleg snapped. "I don't envy you, Graystripe. Two kits are hard enough." Then he yelped in pain. "When I told you to play something else, Toadkit, I didn't mean attacking my tail!

Cinderheart's pelt had shone in the moonlight, and the stars had glittered as though the sky were as frosted as the hills. "Then we are more than friends?" he had whispered into Cinderheart's ear.

His jaws parted as he fought for breath. "There's nothing left . . ." he choked out. "It's all dark—everything's gone. . .

Perhaps that's the best way to recover, to return to the way things were before as quickly as we can. We won the Great Battle, so nothing needs to change.

Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he's StarClan's gift to the Clans.

It flapped madly until Fallen Leaves killed it with a single strike.

The strange cat looked at him blankly. "It's been so long since any cat spoke my name, I don't need it anymore." His eyes spoke to Firestar of deep sadness; his voice ached with it, so that Firestar could hardly bear to listen.

She had to stay alert, ready to chivvy any of the hulking beasts who tried to slow down or escape, but now the herd had settled into a steady, drumming rhythm. This

It's coming," Jayfeather whispered. "A battle between StarClan and the Dark Forest, and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

Below, the Clan cats exchanged anxious glances.

Me too!" Squirrelpaw

I am your mother, Hollyleaf," Leafpool had whispered. Hollyleaf shook her head. That was impossible. How could she be the daughter of a medicine cat, when medicine cats were forbidden to have kits? Worse than being a rogue or a kittypet, her own birth had broken the code of the Clans.

and because of that, you have ensured my success. Because once I'm back to full health, I'll be able to bend any cat to my will. . . . Just ask that skinny black cat with the yellow eyes.