767 Quotes by Erin Hunter

Didn’t you see the bramble thicket in front of you?” “Oh, sure,” Ivypool muttered. “I just walked into it for fun.

Sandstorm sighed. “I was afraid you were going to say that.

It is a long time since I saw you lose a life, Bluestar.” Firepaw overheard Tigerclaw’s whispered words. “How many have you lost now?” Firepaw couldn’t help feeling surprised at Tigerclaw’s open curiosity.

After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove’s gentle wing.

This is not my Clan. Not any longer. ThunderClan is led by a kittypet, and there’s nothing left to fight for. I feel no loyalty to ThunderClan. In the whole forest, the only cat worth following is Tigerstar.

She twitched her twisted hind leg. “I can hardly reach my claws to wash them.” “Perhaps I should give you a few more exercises to loosen it up,” meowed Yellowfang. “No, thanks!” mewed Cinderpaw quickly. “They hurt!” “They’re meant to hurt! It shows they’re working.” The old medicine cat turned to Fireheart. “Perhaps you’ll have more luck persuading her to do them. I’m going into the forest to dig up some comfrey roots.

The forest stretched away before him. Beneath his paws he could feel the crisp crackle of newly fallen leaves. Silverpelt glittered in the sky like morning dew scattered on black fur.

Brambleclaw turned to Ravenpaw. “Thank you for everything,” he meowed. “It makes a difference that you understand why we are doing this.” The loner dipped his head. “Think nothing of it. Good luck, all of you, and may StarClan light your path.” He stood aside, and one by one the six cats began to pick their way down the far slope of the hill. The rising sun cast long blue shadows in front of them as they took the first steps on the longest journey of their lives.

You’re still beautiful to me. You always will be.