Quotes from Erin Hunter

Rules That Did Not Become Part of the Code: Leafpool Speaks N

Instead, he came to a skidding, terrified halt on the edge of a huge cliff. Steep sandy slopes fell away barely a mouse-length in front of his paws. Waves crashed at the bottom, and stretching out ahead of him was a heaving expanse of blue-green water. The sun was sinking into it on the horizon, its flames so bright that Brambleclaw had to narrow his eyes against them. The orange fire burned a path like blood across the water, almost reaching the foot of the cliff.

Bluekit's paws buckled as the plump squirrel rolled off the top of the pile and flattened her. Ooof! Purrs of amusement erupted from the two warriors beside the nettle patch. "I've never seen fresh-kill attack a cat before!" meowed one of them. "Careful!" warned the other warrior. "All that fluff might choke you!

Not dead. Not injured. Just . . . gone.

Do I love Half Moon? he wondered. No . . . but maybe I could love her. I like the way she makes me feel.

It's poison," Yellowfang went on. "Rat droppings! Only a spineless bag of fur would accept such disgusting frogspawn

There was one kittypet . . . a young she-cat called Smoke. She had such soft, gray fur, and such brilliant blue eyes . . . It was like I was staring into pools of pure water!

Why did every cat try so hard to make Lightleap feel better?

No!" His voice rang out in the night air. "Hollyleaf, I won't let you run away again.

In ancient times and with us still, Death takes who and when it will." "Comes Death to me, or to my friend; always we recall their end." "Peace tonight and peace tomorrow, whether dark hours bring life or

Newleaf is here now," Squirrelflight pointed out. "There's more prey running around, so the Clans should be less prickly." Hollypaw glanced at Jaypaw. "Some cats are still prickly even with a full belly!

Her father and Brackenfur both looked worried. The two apprentices lay still

We must all follow our hearts," he murmured.

What would happen to a leaderless Clan with rivals like ShadowClan around?

Maybe you should stop feeling sorry for yourself

Leafpool says a kit needs to be seen before it can be named." "Then I must have been a prickly kit," Hollypaw

Squirrelflight gave Brambleclaw a last, long look, anger and sadness battling in her gaze, then stalked away to join the gray tom.

READ!READ!READ! Till there are no books left in the world to read!

in shock. Then they crept closer to him, shivering as they moved. Lucky gave a few barks and growls of encouragement as he began to guide them toward the thicker tree cover. There might be some risk of falling trees and branches, but it would be much more dangerous to let the Leashed Dogs go on working themselves into their panic out in the open, where any stray lashing

Kill me," he rasped at Clear Sky. "Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

Oh, yeah, it would be Firestar!" Needlepaw muttered. "He has his tail in every cat's business, even now he's dead." "He

He nipped me!" Lionpaw's whiskers twitched. "You can fight off three ShadowClan warriors single-pawed," he teased. "But one nip from your brother and you squeal like a kit.

If every cat tried to kill their Clanmates after they had been dumped, there would be no Clans left.

You want to know what it's like to be a Clan cat, don't you? About the code that binds us and gives us the courage to survive, about the Gatherings, where we meet in peace for the flicker of a full moon to share tongues and wisdom and news. And the battles—oh, yes, the battles. I can see from the way your eyes gleam that this is what interests you most: the blood-soaked history of the four Clans, the fighting skills passed from mentor to apprentice.