Top 500 Erin Hunter Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “Perfect!” mewed Mistyfoot.”

— Erin Hunter

352. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

353. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

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

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355. “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

356. “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

357. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

358. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

359. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

360. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

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

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362. “We need a rest and a meal more than you can imagine,” Firestar meowed. Ravenpaw gazed at his friend’s mud-stained pelt. “Oh, Firestar,” he murmured, “I think I can imagine.”

— Erin Hunter

363. “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

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

— Erin Hunter

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

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366. “I can’t believe.”

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367. “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

368. “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

369. “Having much makes us greedy.”

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

— Erin Hunter

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

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372. “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

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

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

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375. “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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376. “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

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

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

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

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381. “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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382. “Blade’s jaw dropped.”

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383. “She woke shivering beneath a light coat of frost, missing the warmth of her kits.”

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384. “Perhaps he would have to leap over himself. If that’s what it takes to save the Clan, then that’s what I will do, Fireheart vowed grimly.”

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385. “I forgot it.”

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386. “Thorn looks scrawny, but he’s wily, and as fast as a ferret.”

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

— Erin Hunter

388. “He knew a broken cat when he saw one; this was the end of Bluestar’s leadership, even if he hadn’t managed to take her last lives.”

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389. “Farewell, Birdflight, Gorsekit, Spottedkit. I will find you again one day, I promise.”

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390. “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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391. “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.”

— Erin Hunter

392. “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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393. “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!”

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

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

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398. “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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399. “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.”

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400. “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