Top 500 Erin Hunter Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “Stormfur stopped short when he noticed a glow of admiration in Feathertail’s eyes. Surely his sister couldn’t be interested in Crowpaw? All he ever did was argue and push himself forward as if he were already a warrior. A cat from another Clan – and an apprentice at that! – had no right to start padding after Feathertail. And whatever did Feathertail see in him? Didn’t she know the problems this sort of thing could cause – hadn’t she learned that from their own parents? Then.”

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352. “Oh, and welcome to the Three.”

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353. “Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together...”

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354. “I give you a life for clear sight,” she meowed. “Brokentail, know yourself and your destiny, but know too that destiny can be changed if you choose the right path.”

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355. “Fireheart froze. He wanted to protest, but could find no words. The rest of the Clan was just as silent, except for Yellowfang, who muttered, “He’s mad.”

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356. “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.”

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357. “My curse is to live forever, knowing what has been and what has yet to be, powerless to change anything.”

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358. “With this life I give you compassion,” Pinestar murmured. “Judge as much with your heart as with your mind.”

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359. “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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360. “Tigerclaw flicked his tail. “How who were?”

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

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

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363. “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.”

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

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

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

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

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368. “Spottedkit, Redkit, and Willowkit sat like three baby owls outside the nursery, their eyes fixed on the moss as the older kits tossed it back and forth. Bluefur.”

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369. “The heart of the forest – and the roots of life for the four Clans – had been ripped out. Nothing would ever be the same again.”

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

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371. “You’re a brave warrior, Fireheart.” Yellowfang suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared fiercely at him. “I could not be prouder of you if you were my own son. And StarClan knows how many times I have wished that you were, instead of.”

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372. “Perfect!” mewed Mistyfoot.”

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373. “Crowfeather gave her a long look, hostility and something else in his eyes. He seemed about to say something, then just nodded and headed out of the camp.”

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374. “And,” Squirrelflight continued, “if I’m right, it’s even worse than we thought.”

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

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376. “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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377. “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.”

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378. “Having much makes us greedy.”

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

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380. “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.”

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381. “I can’t believe.”

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382. “Blade’s jaw dropped.”

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

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

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

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

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388. “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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389. “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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390. “Why was Sandynose such an old badger.”

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391. “WindClan!” Heatherstar beckoned her Clanmates forward with a flick of her tail. “Talltail has something to say.”

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392. “She would have given up every Gathering from now until she went to join StarClan, if only she could have been sure that her sister was safe.”

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393. “With this life I give you humor. Use it to lighten the burdens of your Clan and to lift the spirits of your Clanmates when despair threatens.”

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394. “With this life I give you pride, so that you may know your own worth and the worth of your Clan.”

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395. “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.”

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

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397. “Blood will spill blood!” “Darkness, air, water, and sky will come together!” “He is a kittypet!” “Water will destroy her!” “Only fire will save the Clan!”

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

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399. “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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400. “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.”

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