767 Quotes by Erin Hunter

Rippleclaw dipped his head. “Should I carry Hailstar back to camp?” Crookedjaw shook his head. “I will.” Brambleberry raised one paw to stop him. “You can’t. You’re hurt.” “It’s only a few nips.” Crookedjaw was too numb to feel anything. He crouched down while Rippleclaw and Owlfur dragged the RiverClan leader onto his back, then forced his legs to straighten to begin Hailstar’s final journey home. Crookedjaw.

Can nothing change what is about to happen.

Surprise is the warrior’s greatest weapon.

Twolegs are mousebrain.

They’ve been very brave,” Ravenpaw replied. “I’m proud of them.” Barley leaned against him, smelling warm and soft and familiar. “You should be,” he whispered.

Are you two still on hunting duty?” asked Graypaw innocently. “Never mind. We’ve been patrolling our territory borders. You’ll be glad to know all is safe.” “I’m sure the other Clans were terrified when they smelled you two coming!” yowled Dustpaw. “They didn’t even dare show their faces,” retorted Graypaw, unable to hide his anger.

Having fun?” Instantly Squirrelpaw’s head whipped around and her green eyes flashed fury at him. “That’s right, have a good laugh, you stupid furball!

He hoped the white cat would not have to suffer the pain he had felt when Spottedleaf died, or Graystripe’s when he lost Silverstream.

Brackenfur’s purring faltered and his eyes looked troubled. “You should have been with me,” he murmured, gently nosing her injured leg. “No, I’m fine as I am,” Cinderpaw insisted. “You’ll have to be a warrior for both of us. And I’ll have to settle for being the greatest medicine cat this forest has ever seen!