Quotes from Erin Hunter

Firestar was carried by Sandstorm, Graystripe, Squirrelflight, and Millie. Dovewing heard the gray tabby she-cat murmur, "We were born as kittypets, but look at us now, my precious friend.

Violetshine blinked back sorrow. She was following her Clan away from the two cats she loved best. A lump lodged in her throat as she pictured Tree alone in the deserted camp, but she didn't look back. She had made her decision. SkyClan was leaving the lake.

Now Darkstripe," Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, "is neither young, nor pretty. . . .

Think of your strengths, not your weaknesses

Had he really loved her once?

Your father's brave," Sorreltail murmured, "but he's no fool.

I never hoped to have both my kits close to me," he mewed, his amber eyes shining with delight.

He was a true ThunderClan apprentice now.

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished.

That's not good enough! Her leg must heal properly!" Leafpool's mew dropped to a whisper. "She must train as a warrior this time." "Why must she?" Anger exploded in Jaypaw's chest. "Why would it be such a disaster if she had to take a different path? I had to!" Leafpool froze for a moment, then slowly replied, "You are blind.

Careful!" Whitewing called. "Watch where you're going!" "Keep away from the edge, or you'll fall," Whitewing added.

I won't forget," Lionpaw hissed in her ear.

Talltail of WindClan nodded to one of his Clanmates. "Sounds like they're handling the situation well." Hailstar

What if I'm a rogue, too? Will they all turn against me?

Graystripe had been with Silverstream.

The young brown tabby got deliberately to his paws and picked his way through the surrounding cats until he stood in front of Tigerclaw. "I looked up to you," he meowed in a clear, level voice. "I wanted to be like you. But Redtail was my mentor. I owe him more than any cat. And you killed him." Grief and fury made his limbs shake, but he kept going. "You killed him and betrayed the Clan. I'd rather die than follow you." He turned and stalked away.

Will there be a naming ceremony?" Mousefur called from the crowd. Fireheart looked eagerly up at the Highrock. Would his sister's kit be granted this privilege, as he had been when the Clan had formally accepted him? Bluestar looked down at Mousefur, her eyes cold. "No," she answered.

I never feel guilty

Jaykit lashed his tail. Oh, great, he thought. Let's lump all the useless cats together and hope a tree falls on them! Firestar stepped between Jaykit and Brightheart.

Blackstar stepped from the shadows, his eyes wide with worry.

Warriors should suffer their pain silently," growled Tigerclaw. He looked Ravenpaw straight in the eye. "You need to learn to hold your tongue." Ravenpaw flinched and dropped his eyes to the ground. "Tigerclaw's a bit grumpy today," Graypaw whispered into Firepaw's ear.

I was glad she was dead! Horrified, he padded into the clearing. I loved her once.

As he nosed his way into the soft grass, and the sun began to spill light across the lake, he felt grief at last begin to loosen its grip on his heart.

I don't mean about ignoring StarClan. But it's good for cats to question things instead of just accepting them.