767 Quotes by Erin Hunter

Leafpaw winced; how could Mothwing believe that the only task of a medicine cat was to heal?

Jayfeather might be one of the best, but there were days when being trained by a badger might be easier.

What is your name?” Goosefeather called after her. The she-cat carried on walking without looking back. “Mapleshade,” she mewed.

Because I’m a Thunderclan cat like you,” she replied, ad darker shadow in the darkness of the tunnel. “My name is Hollyleaf.

Leafpaw, you and your sister aren’t kits anymore. And you have chosen a very different path from hers, to be a medicine cat. You will always be friends, but you can’t do everything together, and the sooner you both accept that, the better.

Is Jayfeather back?” Bumblestripe nodded. “He got back just after you left.” “Was he okay?” Bumblestripe shrugged. “He snapped at Hazeltail for getting in the way, hissed at Cherrypaw for trampling on Ferncloud’s moss, and ordered Foxleap and Toadstep to fetch comfrey.” He glanced warily over his shoulder. “So I guess he’s fine.

All she’s caught is fleas! She’s a medicine cat, not a warrior. She should be helping me, not trying to pretend that her entire history vanished on the day the truth came out.

Ivypool’s face.

They were as superstitious as owls!