Quotes About Erin Hunter

Where's all that annoying early-morning cheerfulness you're usually so full of?" "Well, maybe if you hadn't woken me up by dropping a fish on my head

With this life I give you hope. As long as hope burns in your heart, it will burn in the hearts of your Clanmates.

Bluestar went on: "If you did, you would train with Graypaw to become a Clan warrior." "But kittypets can't be warriors!" Graypaw blurted out. "They don't have warrior blood!

But thoughts of his brother quickly slid away, to be replaced with the memory of heather-colored eyes and a soft voice asking if he needed herbs.

we'll end up in the Twoleg horseplace

We should if they're being driven out of their territory and starved to death," Lionpaw argued. "What the Tribe needs is the warrior code, and we're going to teach it to them!

Longtail." He looked over at the striped warrior.

Pickle? Stupid name! Stupid cat!

WindClan!" Heatherstar beckoned her Clanmates forward with a flick of her tail. "Talltail has something to say.

HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Breezepelt's kits: Woodkit, a brown she-kit, and Applekit, a yellow tabby she-kit)

Every word was poison, like snake venom dripping into a pool, but it's helped me understand him.

It's one of those StarClan-cursed stoats!

Twoleg den with cows and a dark, hay-scented barn where she and

What the Tribe needs is the warrior code, and we're going to teach it to them!

Give me a badger ride," she demanded.

ShadowClan deputy, who had settled in a sunny spot outside Pinestar's den.

tracked the kits' trail and it met another. The heather was drenched with Tom's scent. Turtle Tail recognized it at once.

What is it?" Squirrelflight muttered, struggling up out of her nest. "A fallen tree?" "No, thank StarClan.

You can't have two medicine cat apprentices!

Tempers were as short as the days. "Hungry bellies make angry hearts," as Birdsong liked to say. Tanglewhisker

driven out Bramblestar's spirit and left it to wander the forest, neither living nor dead, the Clans would have to accept that one of their ancestors

GORSETAIL—very pale gray-and-white tom

Firestar's ill!

I don't understand all your Clan ways, but seeing you, and hearing you talk about your life, I know I would be honored if my son was brought up as a Clan cat.