Quotes from Erin Hunter

You must either live with us and respect our ways, or return to your Twolegplace and never come back. You cannot live with a paw in each world.

One down," Snowfur puffed. "More to go.

Sorry, Bramblestar!" Purdy gasped. "I'm too old and stiff for this. I can't get up or down, so I'd better live here, okay?

It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us.

After all, having kits ties you together forever, no matter what happens after that. . . .

Killed by Blood, the leader of BloodClan.

They returned to the camp, and Crowfeather curled up in his nest. In spite of Onestar's misgivings, he felt at peace. WindClan had learned a lesson: We must trust the other Clans.

Tigerstar struck the fatal blow that took the ThunderClan leader's ninth life. But Firestar matched it with a strike that ended Tigerstar's existence in the Dark Forest, and put him beyond revenge, beyond influence, and beyond a warrior's darkest dreams once and for all.

Has it been raining all night?" "Since just after moonhigh," Firepaw replied. He reached out and prodded her mossy nest cautiously. "Your bedding is soaking wet. Why don't you move nearer to the nursery? It's more sheltered there." "What? And be kept awake all night by those mewling kits! I'd rather get wet!" Yellowfang growled. Firepaw watched her circle stiffly on her mossy bed.

SUNSTAR Tom with yellow tabby stripes, green eyes, and long fur. Fair minded, even tempered, wise. Held his Clan together through dangerous leaf-bare. Fought to keep Sunningrocks away from RiverClan. Deputies: Tawnyspots, Bluefur (later Bluestar) Apprentice: Lionpaw (Lionheart)

want to know who killed Ashfur as much as you do.

You've hardly left me anything to rest on." Larksong purred. "You've got plenty of padding to keep you comfortable till then.

Adder! It bit me! Help!" Mapleshade let out a hiss. "Like you helped my kits? Never!

Squirrelflight was fire. She had enough energy to scorch every tree in the forest, and a tongue that could leave scars in beech bark.

I never meant to hurt you." His voice barely more than a whisper, he added, "I love you." Sandstorm's eyes glowed. "I love you too, Fireheart

Now Ashfur had an even more powerful weapon to use against Squirrelflight:

The earth was darker on this side of the Thunderpath and the grass felt coarser underpaw. As they approached the foot of Highstones, the grass gave way to bare, rocky soil, dotted with patches of heather. The land sloped up now, toward the sky. Craggy rocks topped the slope, blazing orange in the sun.

a square black hole that yawned darkly beneath a stone archway.

She sat still and silent, gazing unblinkingly at Mothermouth.

Suddenly, the dank air freshened.

Ravenpaw might have made a fine warrior. His death has come too soon, and his loss will be felt by many of us for a long time." Empty words! thought Firepaw bitterly. What

Sandstorm, his beloved;

Me and Alder

Justbarley!