767 Quotes by Erin Hunter

Bluestar was gnawing a fat pigeon.

I forgot it.

CHAPTER 10 Bright flowers nodded around the apprentice as she weaved, slender as a pine martin, through the grass. She sneezed as pollen dusted her soft muzzle. Then, relishing the sun on her back, she lifted her forepaws and peered over the curving stems. Wide-eyed, she gazed at the broad green pasture and breathed the soft scent of the shimmering grass.

If he was destined to oppose Tigerclaw, then so be it. Fireheart was ready for the challenge.

Leafpaw felt a tingle spread through her fur. She remembered her own conviction, back when she had been little more than a kit, that it was right for her to heal and comfort her Clanmates, and to interpret the signs of StarClan for them. Has Mothwing felt the same? Leafpaw wondered. Could she have felt the same, if she was not Clanborn? Even Yellowfang, the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, had been forestborn, though ThunderClan had not been the Clan of her birth.

You’re a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I’ll never forget you.

You are fire, and you will blaze through the forest. But beware: Even the most powerful flames can be destroyed by water.

He knew Sandstorm liked and respected him, far more than he would ever have expected when he first joined the Clan, but it had never occurred to him that she felt anything stronger than friendship for him. Suddenly he pictured the soft sparkle in her pale green eyes when she had licked his stinging paws, and his fur began to prickle with a sensation he had not felt before.

I’m not so old that I’ve lost my wits, you piece of fox dung!” Tallstar snarled.