Quotes from Erin Hunter

Just a difference of opinion," Berrynose meowed.

If you want power you must commit yourself totally—every hair, every claw, every drop of blood. Anything less is weakness.

Don't go there again," Pinestar growled. "You're a Clan cat, not a kittypet!

When dawn comes, it'll seem better, she told herself. But how long until dawn? Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched through the endless night.

Sunlight sliced through the half-bare branches and striped the forest floor like a tiger's pelt. Bluepaw smelled prey—not the dead smell of fresh-kill, but something far more enticing. She smelled mouse, sparrow, squirrel, and shrew, all with a tang of life that made her mouth water.

There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream," Flamepaw pointed out. "Littlecloud would come for those." His tail curled up in amusement. "Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns, and he'd think they came from StarClan.

What in the world

Sighing, Lucky shut his eyes. The memory of Terror's spasms haunted him, and he couldn't suppress a shudder. What did the crazed dog see when he went into those convulsions?

Yes, Black Eye. I remember," said Snap. "He had a—" "Let me guess," Lucky interrupted. "A black patch of fur around one eye?" Snap cocked her head, perplexed. "How did you know?

If it's on WindClan territory it becomes our prey!" Tornear snapped. "Squirrels have always been ThunderClan prey!" Dustpelt stopped pacing and let the fur stand up on his neck. "Is that part of the warrior code?" sneered Tornear. He took a step forward, his eyes glittering.

I hate being blind. I wish I had never been born!

It'll be great having them in our den," Mousewhisker put in. "It might stop the old warriors from hogging the best nests and stealing all the softest moss." Graystripe purred with amusement. "We old warriors need the soft moss for our poor ancient bones.

For we do not achieve this by ourselves, but by the strength of StarClan within us.

You will be a great leader." Bluestar's voice was the merest whisper. "One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan." "No," Fireheart protested. "I can't. Not without you, Bluestar." But it was too late. Bluestar sighed softly, and the light died from her eyes.

Thanks for catching me!" she purred. "I'd have looked dumber than a sheep if I'd landed on my muzzle!" "I'll always be here to catch you," Bumblestripe murmured.

Jaykit blinked his beautiful eyes. "Does that mean you can make me see?" he mewed. "Hollykit and Lionkit can see things, I know. And I guess you and my mother can. Why not me?

We are taking over this territory now," he went on. "I shall rule the forest as well as the town. But I understand that you may need some time to reflect on this. You have three days to leave—or meet my Clan in battle. I shall wait for your decision at dawn on the fourth day.

Why does she look like she's hiding something?

There was such pain in his eyes that Hollyleaf felt a rush of sympathy. "I have nowhere else to go," she mewed softly. "You've been a good friend to me, Fallen Leaves. Why would I want to leave you now?

Doespring rolled her eyes. "She's in RiverClan. Stagleap's got a massive crush on her.

taste of the matted

Rolling in a patch of wild garlic

I should have been kinder.

They were no longer fearsome warriors, but ordinary cats who had no place in the forest: slower than WindClan, duller than RiverClan, scrawnier than ShadowClan. All their menace was gone, and with a cry of triumph the forest cats surged after them and chased them out of the hollow.