Top 500 Erin Hunter Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “I can’t believe.”

— Erin Hunter

352. “I know what it’s like to lose kits, Oakheart, I wouldn’t wish that kind of grief on any cat.”

— Erin Hunter

353. “Stormpaw won’t,” Goosekit growled. “He’s going to try to kill me.”

— Erin Hunter

354. “There is a darkness coming that not even Starclan can prevent. And when it comes, we will be helpless to protect the Clans. Helpless even to protect ourselves.”

— Erin Hunter

355. “Wherever you are, Cinderpelt,” she mewed out loud, “if you can hear me, I promise that I will never leave our Clan again. I am their medicine cat now, and I will follow in your pawsteps until it’s my turn to walk with StarClan.” Hesitating, she added, “But please, if I ever meant anything to you, come to me when you can and tell me you forgive me.”

— Erin Hunter

356. “But why tell me?” Fireheart repeated. “Perhaps after so long I want a cat to know the truth,” meowed Bluestar with a slight frown. “I think you of all cats might understand, Fireheart. Sometimes there are no right choices.”

— Erin Hunter

357. “A half-moon later, Frostkit and Brindlekit were born.”

— Erin Hunter

358. “Poor Cinderpaw’ll think she’s being stalked by toadstools,” Lionpaw mewed.”

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359. “Having much makes us greedy.”

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360. “I feel like a bird!” he cried. The words were hardly out of his mouth before he felt his paws slipping. For a heart-stopping moment he thought the wind would bowl him over to plummet down to the rocks below. The landscape whirled sickeningly around him. Then teeth fastened in his scruff and yanked him back to safety. He looked up to see Crowfeather. “Thanks,” he gasped. “Just remember you’re not a bird,” the WindClan cat growled.”

— Erin Hunter

361. “As they entered the camp, Lionpaw raced to meet them. “Wow!” He stared at Bluepaw’s bloodied ear. “Does it hurt?” “A little,” Bluepaw lied. It stung like fury.”

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362. “I don’t remember much about my life,” he confessed. “I vaguely remember that I wasn’t the nicest cat. Well, if I had been, I wouldn’t have ended up here, would I? When I was alive, I know I cared a lot about power. But what does that power mean now?” He shrugged. “Nothing. When you spend forever slinking through a dark and dying forest, alone, you realize how little power you ever had.”

— Erin Hunter

363. “Come on,“he meowed to Greystripe.“Let’s go home.”

— Erin Hunter

364. “He took comfort from the warmth of her fur as he let sleep claim him at last.”

— Erin Hunter

365. “Squirrelpaw’s eyes widened, though she looked more impressed than frightened.”

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366. “With this life I give you trust. Believe in your Clan and in yourself. Never doubt that you know the right path to take.”

— Erin Hunter

367. “SPOTTEDLEAF – beautiful dark tortoiseshell she-cat with a distinctive dappled coat.”

— Erin Hunter

368. “Gray Wing noticed a nick in the kittypet’s ear and felt a flicker of satisfaction.”

— Erin Hunter

369. “But Jaypaw seemed to be guided by invisible paws, as though he walked in a secret world she could never be part of. They.”

— Erin Hunter

370. “Blade’s jaw dropped.”

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371. “I need to talk.”

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372. “Oh, and welcome to the Three.”

— Erin Hunter

373. “And with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that the new leader of ShadowClan was Tigerclaw.”

— Erin Hunter

374. “Eeltail and Splashfoot were standing over three small dark shapes. Eeltail looked up, her eyes brimming with pity. “I’m so sorry,” she mewed. “We couldn’t save them.”

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375. “A plant similar to sorrel. The leaf can be chewed up and applied.”

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376. “Perfect!” mewed Mistyfoot.”

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377. “Don’t you know medicine cats don’t have kits?” hissed Yellowfang furiously. “But I heard you were a warrior before that,” Firepaw ventured. “I have no kits!” Yellowfang spat. She snatched her tail away from him and sat up. “Anyway” – her voice suddenly lowered, and she sounded almost wistful – “accidents seem to happen to kits when I’m around them.”

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378. “Tallkit shivered. This was only his second sunrise outside the nursery, and his paws pricked with excitement. A light dusting of snow had turned the camp white, frosting the tussocky grass and thick heather walls. The freezing air stung his nose. He fluffed up his fur.”

— Erin Hunter

379. “They huddle in the marshes and woods, hiding like prey from the wind and the sun. We live with our tails touching the sky.”

— Erin Hunter

380. “Tawnypelt pointed out. “I doubt they’d follow us. They must be quite stupid, or they wouldn’t let Twolegs on their backs.”

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381. “The tabby rogue bounded alongside the river until he reached the fallen tree that Sky had used to cross a few days before. Leading Firestar over to the far bank, Scratch started to climb another trail that led up the cliff face on the opposite side. Firestar panted after him, wishing he had the rogue’s powerful haunches. Scratch was a true SkyClan cat!”

— Erin Hunter

382. “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.”

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383. “I’m sorry,” she began. “I will never forget how you saved my life and gave me somewhere to stay when I thought I had lost everything. You have been a true friend, and I will always be grateful for that. But I don’t belong here.” “I know,” Fallen Leaves meowed. “I always hoped you would stay. I... I never had someone to share my home before. But your Clan needs you more than I do. You must realize that by.”

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384. “He knew he had been unfair, but they had asked a question he wasn’t ready to answer, a question so frightening that he couldn’t begin to think what it might mean. What if Bluestar never recovered?”

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385. “The cold air chilled Firepaw’s bones as blackness wrapped itself around him.”

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386. “Ahead of them, the tunnel was lit by a narrow hole in the ceiling that led to the wasteland above. Fireheart could see many cats huddled together in the gray light – warriors and elders, queens and kits, all pitifully thin. A cold breeze blew relentlessly through the hole in the roof, stirring the thin fur on the skinny bodies. Fireheart shuddered, for the breeze carried to him the stench of sickness and crowfood.”

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387. “StarClan wanted him as much as Bluestar did. Poor Firestar, he scarcely seems able to close his eyes without some farsighted dream filling his mind. But he has handled this burden well, lived up to all of StarClan’s expectations. Maybe it took more than a Clanborn cat to discover Tigerstar’s treachery, or to bring WindClan home after they were driven out by ShadowClan.”

— Erin Hunter

388. “Crowfeather might almost have thought that his son was dead, except for the faint rise and fall of his chest and the blood that was still trickling from his belly wound and many others.”

— Erin Hunter

389. “She will not die today. I won’t let her.”

— Erin Hunter

390. “I see you’re more accustomed to forest hunting.” Hawkfrost’s condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. “Haven’t you got anything better to do?” she challenged him. “Like hunt for your own Clan?” “I’ve already caught three mice and a thrush,” he meowed. “I think I have earned a rest.”

— Erin Hunter

391. “Brokentail, I give you a life for compassion. Use it to shelter the weakest in your Clan, the kits and elders and the sick. Use it to show mercy to your enemies and to choose the path your paw steps will follow.”

— Erin Hunter

392. “Jagged Peak padded in. Holly hurried to greet him. “You’re back!” Quiet Rain pushed herself to her paws, nudging Pebble Heart away. “My son!” Jagged Peak paused, eyes wide. “Quiet Rain?” Joy lit up his gaze and he hurried to greet her.”

— Erin Hunter

393. “Tempest shifted her paws. “You didn’t ask what we’d named the kits.” Squirrelflight pricked her ears. “What?” Snow purred. “Leaf, Squirrel, and Moon.”

— Erin Hunter

394. “No, I think I lay on a thistle.”

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395. “Why was Sandynose such an old badger.”

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396. “They’re our own little storm in the making!”

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397. “This would never have happened in my day,” Archeye commented from where he sat in front of the elders’ den. “What’s next? Kit warriors?”

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398. “But thoughts of his brother quickly slid away, to be replaced with the memory of heather-colored eyes and a soft voice asking if he needed herbs.”

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399. “Bluekit imagined trees and bracken and nettles and gorse stretching far beyond the camp into an endless sky. “But my legs aren’t long enough to travel that far,” she protested. As her visions faded into dreams, she heard her mother’s voice continue. “They’ll grow, my sweet, until one day they’ll be strong enough to walk the whole world.”

— Erin Hunter

400. “Oh, no! Hollypaw thought. You might be fed up with him, but we don’t want him either, thanks.”

— Erin Hunter