767 Quotes by Erin Hunter

Three young cats, with starlight in their eyes and the whisper of an ancient wind in their fur. Just remember this: power is neither good nor evil, but its user makes it so.

It’s coming, a battle between Starclan and The Dark Forest and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

Destiny isn’t a path that any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest.

Poor Cinderpaw’ll think she’s being stalked by toadstools,” Lionpaw mewed.

Crookedkit purred, his jealousy melting. He loved Oakpaw too much to want anything less than the best for him. He just wished Rainflower loved them equally. Oakpaw.

Honestly, you’re as bad as Firestar,” Cloudtail went on. “When he slept in here he was always muttering and twitching in his sleep. A cat couldn’t get a good night’s rest for all the prey in the forest.

Appledusk, help me!” The pale brown warrior shook his head. “Why should I? It’s your fault that these kits are dead. I never want to see you again.

Fallen Leaves nodded. “Go well,” he murmured. “I will never forget you, Hollyleaf.

Above them, the eagle folded its wings and started to drop toward the ground. “Birchkit!” Ferncloud’s shriek tore through the air.