Quotes from Erin Hunter

You must make it clear that we are ready to fight if we have to," he meowed. "I'd just rather fight a battle driven by real need, not empty fears.

I'm Mossleaf." The ancient RiverClan cat had the bright eyes of a young warrior. "With this life, I give you trust." He touched his muzzle to Crookedjaw's head and Crookedjaw felt the peace of a wide blue sky move through him.

Knowledge is wasted on those without the wisdom to know how to use it. And wisdom comes only with time.

The new apprentices are called Myrtlepaw and Baypaw," she whispered. "Aren't ThunderClan names strange?

You can't die now, he thought helplessly. Oh, StarClan, no—not when we're starting to understand each other at last!

Her voice echoed in the frightened silence. "We must listen to StarClan.

Midnight turned away from him. "Foxes say you must go now," she told the cats. "If you still here at sunset, they attack. That dog fox, he says he tasted cat once, liked it fine.

Welcome. Your apprentice name will be Deadpaw," Heatherstar announced. "Deadpaw?" Meadowslip's gasp rang over the hollow. "Heatherstar, no! You can't name him because of what's wrong with him!

but I've always tried to do what is right for my Clan." "No cat would doubt your loyalty," the old cat rasped. "But how far would it go?

wanted to see Honeyfern so much. I miss her more than I can say, and I don't blame her that Berrynose doesn't love me." Poppyfrost let out a shuddering sigh. "I always loved him, even when he was with Honeyfern. But I would never have tried to take him away from her! Then when she died, I thought he might love me after all . . . but he doesn't.

He padded across the clearing to join her. As he laid his pigeon beside her and started to eat, he heard her

Brambleclaw tipped his head on one side. Could it be . . . ? Surely not! "Ravenpaw?" he croaked. "Is that you?

I want to stay and fight," Mousewhisker was protesting. "Not with that eye," Tawnypelt told him. "I can see out of the other." "That's not good enough.

Any cat who can't hear a pigeon bouncing down a cliff needs his ears checked.

Maybe we should assess how well you can keep your mouth shut," Dustpelt snapped.

threatening

be angry with him," Ravenpaw meowed. "That's good thinking, Crowpaw. Thinking like a warrior, in fact. Where you're going, you must trust nothing and no cat without very good reason.

Yellowfang dragged her gaze from Brokenstar and looked at Fireheart. Her eyes clouded with pain and grief as she murmured, "He is my son.

much more. There'll come a day when you'll be so powerful, you'll have no need of friends. And when that day comes, I promise you will never regret that you chose to be a warrior.

She shut her eyes and summoned up her old rapport with her sister. Emptying her mind, she concentrated fiercely. She gasped to feel a surge of cold and wet, shuddering as a blast of cold wind probed her drying fur. But there was no sign of Squirrelpaw anywhere—just water, blasting air, and endless rock.

I give you a life for healing wounds caused by words and rivalry. Use it well for all cats troubled in spirit.

Hemos hecho lo correcto? —preguntó Zarpa Gris. —No lo sé —admitió el otro—. Si lo hemos hecho, somos héroes y los cachorros están a salvo. Si nos equivocamos, entonces ya podemos darnos por muertos.

We can only point out the path. We can't make them follow it.

You're safe now." he murmured.