767 Quotes by Erin Hunter

Graystripe had never taken his duties as mentor seriously, he thought with a pang of worry. He had been more interested in Silverstream right from the start. Meanwhile, Fireheart himself had more or less taken over Brackenpaw’s training. He enjoyed it, and he liked the serious-minded ginger tom, but he was troubled that loyalty to the Clan didn’t mean more to Graystripe.

The coming battle was waiting like a fox in the shadows.

It takes two to make a lie: one to tell it and the other to believe it.

Firestar and Dustpelt were dead; Graystripe and Sandstorm were the last remaining cats of their generation.

A leaf cannot return to the bud – bluestar to fireheart and greystripe.

Being Tigerstar’s son has meant I’ve had to win the trust of every ThunderClan cat over and over. So I know how frustrating it is when you have to prove something that shouldn’t need proving.

Fireheart recognized Mistyfoot, Silverstream’s best friend. He knew she would love these kits as much as her own. But no cat could feel more strongly for Graystripe than Fireheart had, for four long seasons.

You’ll never make me ashamed of who I am or what I look like.

He wanted to be a great warrior and a good mentor more than anything else, but it seemed painfully clear that Tigerclaw was just waiting for him to fail. CHAPTER 9 Fireheart woke to find Graystripe sitting beside him, hunched on his belly like a rabbit, his shoulders stiff and his fur fluffed out.