Quotes from Erin Hunter

Wow!" Sandstorm exclaimed. "What a dreadful thing to do! Bramblestar will certainly throw you out of the Clan.

Do you remember when Frostpaw got scratched in her eye by that stick?

You can dismiss my concern as the ramblings of an old, grumpy cat—" "Surely not!" Alderheart muttered under his breath.

That was awesome! Now we know how to get our noses whacked.

Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.

This is about life or death," Stripes interrupted. His claws slid out. "If necessary, our life and your death.

I've lost my best friend," he murmured. "I never thought I would feel so empty.

Mouse brain!!

I wish to create a new rule for the warrior code: that each Clan has the right to be proud and independent, but in times of trouble they must forget their boundaries and fight side by side to protect the four. Each Clan must help the others so that no Clan will fall.

Spottedleaf gave her life in the stars to save Sandstorm, one last gift to her beloved Firestar. GRAYSTRIPE AND MILLIE

Hills, oak woods for shelter, running streams.

Fading echoes

There's more than one cat who would rip his throat out for a couple of mousetails.

Hmm . . . ," Gray Wing commented. "Where there's a fleeing rabbit, there's bound to be—there she is!

That's just what Twolegs look like." Then they look pretty stupid

Without another word, Firestar turned and headed toward

friendships

Maybe now she won't be so angry. And maybe in future the Clans can finally learn to get along in peace.

Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Shadowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Shadowsight.

Could there be another place for coldhearted cats who had been ready to use the warrior code for their own dark ambitions?

Rippletail had been a young warrior, with so much to offer his Clan. And in the time that they had traveled together, Lionblaze had begun to think of him as a friend. The beaver had ripped all that away.

Yellowfang was cranky, stubborn, impatient—and the most loyal cat you could ever meet.

He was watching Violet. Her fur had the rich darkness of storm clouds. Her long tail was thick and sleek. Her ears were wide and soft, framing her pretty face perfectly

him, as if they wanted to shelter him while he grieved for