Quotes About Erin Hunter

Rules That Did Not Become Part of the Code: Leafpool Speaks N

Oh, yeah, it would be Firestar!" Needlepaw muttered. "He has his tail in every cat's business, even now he's dead." "He

Dunno." Purdy's eyes gleamed as he swiped his tongue around his jaws. "It was real tasty, though.

But Red's blood kept gushing out. Her fur turned as scarlet as the sunrise behind them, as if her life were bleeding into the sky.

Hollypaw reckons she saw a lion," Sorreltail told Brackenfur and Thornclaw as they padded back to camp. "On the moor.

Huh!" Mistystar's deputy, Reedwhisker, exclaimed. "Twolegs couldn't catch a fish if it leaped out of the water and begged them.

Like you helped my kits?" Mapleshade growled. "Never! I hope you die in agony!

Littlecloud dipped his head respectfully to Sandstorm. "With Firestar's permission. Things have happened in ShadowClan that she needs to know.

I see you've taken an interest in Whitekit," Goosefeather observed as they climbed a leafy slope. "He's my kin," she mewed. "So am I," he reminded her, "but you don't visit me." That's because you've got bees in your brain.

Graystripe padded toward Dovewing. Sympathy filled his warm amber gaze. "They must be very handsome," he meowed softly.

Burdock root?" Leafpaw heard her mentor scramble to her paws, and a heartbeat later Cinderpelt poked her head out of the den. "What do you want that for? Come on, Leafpaw, what do we use burdock root for?" "Rat bites, Cinderpelt," Leafpaw meowed.

was leaf-bare?" Meadowslip asked. Brackenwing ran the tip of her tail along Reena's spine. "Did you find somewhere warm to shelter?" "We stayed cozy," Reena reassured them. Her gaze flicked over Larksplash. "Are you a warrior yet?" "I've been a mentor

Take no notice of Jaypaw," he mewed to Heatherpaw. "He's as grumpy as a badger.

Sandstorm shrugged. "I keep telling you, Twolegs are crazy.

CLOVERFOOT—gray tabby she-cat RIPPLETAIL—white tom

No, Fireheart, of course not. But . . . well, I think there might be something wrong with Snowkit.

Your Clan is safe for now. But there will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws." Firestar stared at the old warrior. "I don't understand. Why are you telling me this?" There

SHIMMERPELT—silver she-cat LIZARDTAIL—light brown tom

Do you and Barley have kits?" she mewed. "Er, no," Ravenpaw answered.

That's the most mouse-brained plan I've ever heard!" some cat exclaimed, and Crowfeather realized with horror that it had been him. His

I'm a codebreaker, aren't I?" Squirrelflight winked at her, then turned to face Bramblestar as he leaped down the rock tumble.

We know Bramblestar is an impostor and some cat is sending you false visions. I think we can be pretty sure that the impostor is the one who's been talking to you.

Did you really need to yawn like that, Graypaw? Oh, I see, it's because it's the dawn patrol, and you're tired.

With this life I give you love. Use it well for all the cats who look to you for protection.