Top 500 Erin Hunter Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “But he knew now, with a sureness that filled him with horror, that the voice had never been the voice of StarClan.”

— Erin Hunter

202. “Oh, Barley. You know me so well. Better than any cat ever has. But there is a secret that I have kept from you without meaning to: I have always been a warrior. I have a loyalty to these cats, and I must fight alongside them, whatever happens.”

— Erin Hunter

203. “Maybe we will meet again in the paths of dreaming, but my heart tells me this is farewell.”

— Erin Hunter

204. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

205. “I give you this life so that you may seize every opportunity that comes before you, like a rabbit waiting to be hunted. I give you the strength to act without fear or hesitation.”

— Erin Hunter

206. “We shall miss Leopardstar. I remember her from all the way back when I was an apprentice in ThunderClan. I always respected her, and, though her loyalty to RiverClan never wavered, she was a leader who understood the importance of keeping every Clan strong. She had the heart, courage, and strength of the mighty cat she was named for.”

— Erin Hunter

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

— Erin Hunter

208. “He has a roar like a lion,” some cat commented from behind Jayfeather. “Then I’ll call him Lion’s Roar,” Shy Fawn murmured proudly. No, Jayfeather thought. This is Lionblaze. Welcome, brother.”

— Erin Hunter

209. “Bluestar was gnawing a fat pigeon.”

— Erin Hunter

210. “How did you get to be so wise?” Squirrelpaw asked her sister fondly. “How did you become so brave and noble?” Leafpaw teased, flicking Squirrelpaw’s flank with her tail.”

— Erin Hunter

211. “Why do relationships have to be so complicated?”

— Erin Hunter

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

— Erin Hunter

213. “Fire will save the Clan,” she murmured, and Fireheart remembered the mysterious prophecy that he had heard from his earliest days in ThunderClan. “You never understood, did you?” Bluestar went on. “Not even when I gave you your apprentice name, Firepaw. And I doubted it myself, when fire raged through our camp. Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan.”

— Erin Hunter

214. “Hawkfrost leaped to Onewhisker’s side, and together they shielded Tallstar from the attack.”

— Erin Hunter

215. “I can’t give up my faith in the longpaws. I understand that we can’t rely on the longpaws to help us anymore. But one of us has to remember. One of us has to carry the memories for the rest of the Pack. I’ll do it.”

— Erin Hunter

216. “Half Moon made no response, except to reach out her tail and rest it on her old friend’s shoulder.”

— Erin Hunter

217. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

218. “If you were a RiverClan cat, you wouldn’t mind getting your paws wet!” “And I wouldn’t mind catching a frog or a toad to eat,” mewed Littlecloud. When the other cats glanced at him in surprise, he added defensively, “They don’t taste that bad!”

— Erin Hunter

219. “Fireheart – do you know how much you sound like Bluestar?”

— Erin Hunter

220. “Wake up, Brightheart. It’s time to go.” Brightheart blinked up at him with her good eye, then rose and stretched. “Okay, Firestar. I’m ready.”

— Erin Hunter

221. “Fireheart had been so eager to prove to the Clan that kittypets were as good as forestborn cats, he hadn’t even considered that Cloudpaw might prefer life with the Twolegs. Fireheart loved his life in the forest, but he had chosen it for himself. Only now did it occur to him that Cloudpaw had been given to the Clan by his mother, passed along as a kit before he was old enough to make his own decision.”

— Erin Hunter

222. “Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together... and shake the forest to its roots.”

— Erin Hunter

223. “He gave his life to save the thing that mattered most to him: his Clanmates,” he meowed softly. “He truly has the stars at his paws now. You will see him again, when it is time.”

— Erin Hunter

224. “Kill me. Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.”

— Erin Hunter

225. “His name is Brokenkit,” she meowed, her voice faltering. Lizardstripe nodded, stretching out a paw to touch the bend in his tail. That was where every cat would think his name came from. But Yellowfang knew the truth. She named her son for the feeling in her chest as she left him there, as if her heart were cleaving in two, as if her life had broken down the middle.”

— Erin Hunter

226. “I know what it’s like to have friends in other Clans. To feel that there’s something stronger that your Clan calling you away from home.”

— Erin Hunter

227. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

228. “Good, whispered the voice in Tigerclaw’s mind. These cats must make no decisions on their own, not unless you want them to feel more powerful than you.”

— Erin Hunter

229. “And I’m glad to hear you say that. Bluestar was right about you all along. Many cats thought you were too young and inexperienced when she made you her deputy, but you’re showing your quality now. The forest needs cats like you.”

— Erin Hunter

230. “We need no help from ThunderClan,” growled Crookedstar. “RiverClan cats can look after themselves.” “Don’t be such a fool.” It was Graypool who spoke, with a glare at her leader. Fireheart felt a new surge of respect for her; he guessed that not many cats would dare to take that tone with Crookedstar. “You’re too proud for your own good,” the elder rasped. “How can we feed ourselves, even with the thaw? There are no fish to eat. The river’s practically poisoned; you know it is.”

— Erin Hunter

231. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

232. “For a moment Bramblestar thought that he could see Firestar and Dustpelt weaving around the two new-made elders, the four cats united again. But before he could be certain, the image faded.”

— Erin Hunter

233. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

234. “Dappled Leaf nodded. “They can share the spare nest.” As River Ripple disappeared inside his den, Moth Flight glanced shyly at Micah. She’d only shared a nest with her brother before. Dust Muzzle had always teased her that it was like sleeping next to a badger. “I’m afraid I snore.” “Good.” He took another bite of fish. “I snore too.” Dappled Pelt rolled her eyes. “Great,” she muttered.”

— Erin Hunter

235. “Breezepelt and Crowfeather will try to infuriate the stoats – ” “They should find that really easy,” Jayfeather put in.”

— Erin Hunter

236. “Our elders, and our elders’ kin, and their kin before them, fought to keep Sunningrocks in our territory. Many of them lost their lives, giving up their last breath for stones that belong to us. Can we give up where they did not, turn tail and flee when they kept fighting so that their kits could hunt and play and bask on these rocks? Will you fight with me now, in honor of all our elders and all our unborn kits?”

— Erin Hunter

237. “With Daisy, Sorreltail, and Ferncloud all busily licking, the kits soon started to stir, letting out faint, whimpering cries. But Daisy didn’t look up until all three revived enough to nuzzle into her belly and start suckling.”

— Erin Hunter

238. “This one is for Ferncloud,” Dewpaw continued. “She was killed by Brokenstar when she was defending the kits in the nursery. And this is Sorreltail. She hid her wounds because she wanted to take care of the kits, but she died just when we thought we had won. She was the bravest of all.”

— Erin Hunter

239. “I trust Kallik’s nose,” Ujurak said quietly, before Kallik lost her temper and shoved Toklo into the ocean.”

— Erin Hunter

240. “One less traitor in the forest.”

— Erin Hunter

241. “Why can’t I go out?” “You’ve just come in.” “But it’s a sunny day.” “You need a nap.” “I’m not tired.” “You will be later.” “I’ll sleep then.” “But you’ll be grumpy all afternoon if you don’t nap now.” “No, I won’t.” “Yes, you will.”

— Erin Hunter

242. “Mouse-brained fool.”

— Erin Hunter

243. “A menacing snarl came from Frostfur. “What are you doing here?”

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244. “Crookedkit purred, his jealousy melting. He loved Oakpaw too much to want anything less than the best for him. He just wished Rainflower loved them equally. Oakpaw.”

— Erin Hunter

245. “Oh, yes?” Lizardstripe mewed. “What a miracle. If I’d known toms could have kits, I would have made Mudclaw have these brats of mine himself.”

— Erin Hunter

246. “He won’t last the winter if we stay here, though,” Mousefur.”

— Erin Hunter

247. “Gray Wing padded forward. “Trust takes time, Wind Runner. But you will never feel it unless you open your heart.” His.”

— Erin Hunter

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

— Erin Hunter

249. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

250. “Now Darkstripe, is neither young nor pretty.”

— Erin Hunter