Quotes from Erin Hunter

bloodthirsty

I'll go and find us some fresh

It takes some cats longer to see past their weaknesses clearly enough to appreciate their strengths

A cat needs his tail if he wants to land on his feet. It helps him spin in midair. - Graypaw

No matter what you do I will always be your friend

Foxheart. "StarClan

An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his battles.

You don't like me the same way I like you. I'll get over it. I'm just disappointed you're not the cat I thought you were.

Spire peered past him, staring directly at the dark gray tom-kit. His fur ruffled along his spine. "This one will see into the shadows." Tigerheart tensed. "What do you mean?" Spire looked at him vacantly, then padded away.

Brightheart

she could not think of any herb that would heal his broken heart.

Then a beautiful silver-pelted she-cat took his place. A lithe tabby tom followed. His touch set the flame-pelted tom's fur rippling as though he were running through wind.

Jaypaw wished she wouldn't keep trying to mother him. He had Squirrelflight for that; Leafpool was just his mentor.

A new prophecy must be fulfilled if the Clans are to survive. You have been chosen to meet with three other cats at the new moon, and you must listen to what midnight tells you.

but he couldn't get rid of the niggling doubt that his nephew would ever truly understand the warrior code.

You are not descended from the cats that drove us out, and yet you are a true Clan warrior. It is your destiny to restore SkyClan.

We don't want to play with you, Spottedkit. You're always telling us what to do!

There was a hint of regret in Tigerstar's voice, but no hesitation.

Cagarrutas de ratón!

Training will do him good," growled Tigerclaw. "He's grieved for long enough." Firepaw held the menacing amber gaze for a few moments. Warrior and apprentice, for a heartbeat their eyes were locked as enemies.

Next new moon? At the four trees?

Without their friendship, every cat in WindClan would be crow-food by now.

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.

To truly be a medicine cat lies in a cat's heart, and all its five senses. You must be braver than warriors, wiser than a Clan leader, humbler than the tiniest kit, more willing to learn than any apprentice. . . .