Quotes from Erin Hunter

suddenly reluctant to go back into camp and settle in his shadowy den

The old tabby gave a startled snort, looking around wildly. "What is it? Foxes? Let me get at 'em!

To Alderheart's surprise, it actually was watermint.

that I slipped on some wet leaves, went nose over paws, and crashed into a tree. Great StarClan, it hurt! And what hurt even more was that I was pretty sure Firestar had to stop himself from laughing.

We are grace. We are power. We are RiverClan.

when you come back.

On the other side, beyond the gap that led into the stone hollow, the unknown forest lay waiting. No—ThunderClan's new territory lay waiting.

Fircone's spirit shimmered closer, stopping in front of Gorse Fur. "We hunted as rogues," he purred. "Do you remember?" "Of course." Gorse Fur lifted his chin. Fircone nodded to Wind Runner. "You were always faster than us both." Emberkit was still at her paws. "Were you fast?" He stared up at her with round eyes. "As the breeze," Wind Runner told him proudly.

As Fireheart murmured sympathetically and said his good-byes to Mistyfoot, he couldn't help feeling that trouble was still in store for both Clans because of Bluestar's secret.

Just then the beaver reared up and flicked Lionblaze off;

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. "Yes." The word was breathed out on a sigh of satisfaction. "Shadowpaw, your name will be remembered for as long as the Clans survive.

Honey Pelt didn't argue, but turned away, his tail drooping.

CINDERHEART—gray tabby she-cat LIONBLAZE—golden tabby tom with amber eyes

And a Pack divided

disappearance.

Suppressing a shiver

Leafpaw felt that he reminded her of some other cat, but however hard she stared at him, she could not remember who.

Because you're weak," Hawkfrost taunted him. "You care more for kin than for power. But I don't.

I no sooner put a stem down, when it's gone.

There was no sign of the shoulder injury that had kept Sorreltail from her warrior ceremony for so long, and no trace of bitterness that she had waited twice as long as other apprentices to receive her warrior name. Though she was older than Leafpaw, she still had all the joyful energy of a kit.

Did she want a reluctant leader?

Bramble suddenly spotted the red-and-yellow flash of a lovebird

She's alive!

Green eyes met green eyes for a long moment; then Fireheart turned and crept warily through the trees. He