Long Shadows Quotes

“I’d bet a month of dawn patrols those apprentices had something to do with it,” Birchfall meowed. “Why else would they disappear back to ShadowClan without their mother?”
Dustpelt let out a snort of amusement. “I can just picture those three holding Blackstar down until he agreed.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Go and don't come back, you can take the catmint. I have no quarrel with ThunderClan; I don't want to see cats suffer, whatever you might think. Just be careful you don't end up like a bully like your kin, Tigerstar.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream," Flamepaw pointed out "Littlecloud would come for these" his tail curled up in amusement "Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns and he'd think they came from StarClan”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Stars blazed above Hollyleaf ’s head, reminding her that the spirits of her ancestors were watching over her.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Upset? I'm not upset. You have no idea how much pain I'm in. It's like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can't understand how any of you failed to see the blood....”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“They have to go to the mountains,” he whispered. “They will become the Tribe of Rushing Water.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Jaypaw let out an exasperated sigh. "Mousefur, for the last time-"
"The last time?" Mousefur snapped. "Good. Go away.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Wow!” Fish Leap exclaimed, his voice trembling with amusement. “You caught a tree!”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Tawnypelt drew in a long breath. “If that’s true . . . what about Sol?” “Sol has decided to leave ShadowClan,” Littlecloud replied. “Decided?” Lionblaze whispered into Hollyleaf’s ear. “Look out for flying hedgehogs.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“whomever they belong to—live. But your suffering has only just begun.” There was a rustling in the undergrowth, and Ashfur’s scent faded as he stalked away. “Jayfeather, here’s the branch.” Lionblaze’s voice was tense. Jayfeather felt his brother’s teeth sink into his scruff and lift him bodily until his paws felt the rough bark of the branch underneath them. Lionblaze kept hold of him until he had got his balance. “Straight ahead,” he ordered. “Hurry.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“So much fury from Squirrelflight, Brambleclaw so quick to make amends, Ashfur clearly not forgiving him . . . Had Jayfeather missed something really obvious between these three cats?”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“I love you,”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Do I love Half Moon? he wondered. No . . . but maybe I could love her. I like the way she makes me feel.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“I don’t mean about ignoring StarClan. But it’s good for cats to question things instead of just accepting them.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream,” Flamepaw pointed out. “Littlecloud would come for those.” His tail curled up in amusement. “Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns, and he’d think they came from StarClan.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Mousefur’s as cranky as a badger with a sore paw,” Foxpaw went on. “We never get any thanks.” “No, it’s always, ‘It’s too damp,’ or ‘There are thorns in there,’” Icepaw whispered back.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Lionblaze waved his tail and bounded across the clearing toward Ashfur. Yes, he loved his father, even if he was a bossy old furball!”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“The power of three is coming, and the Clans must be ready.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Firestar’s ill!”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“StarClan has always been there! None of the Clans should turn away from them.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Are you saying that one of us killed Ashfur?”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Our real mother lied, too,” Hollyleaf pointed out, a snarl creeping into her voice. “Whoever she was .”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Dustpelt let out a snort of amusement. “I can just picture those three holding Blackstar down until he agreed.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Littlecloud dipped his head respectfully to Sandstorm. “With Firestar’s permission. Things have happened in ShadowClan that she needs to know.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“And whose claws came out first?” the ThunderClan medicine cat retorted. “Brambleclaw told me all about it. You’re lucky it’s no worse. That cobweb should stop the bleeding,” she went on,”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“echoing quality, as if another voice had joined it. “The forest will fall. . . .” Now there was a third, all the voices twining together. Lionblaze thought he saw a shimmer on the surface of the marsh. He blinked; then every hair on his pelt stood on end. Two cats balanced on the surface of the mud: one a big tabby with a torn ear, the other a small gray-and-white tom. Frost sparkled at their paws and starlight was reflected in their eyes. “Raggedstar! Runningnose!” Littlecloud exclaimed from among the uprooted trees. Blackfoot stopped his frantic clawing and stared, his mouth dropping open. “Sol’s time in ShadowClan must come to an end,” Raggedstar meowed, his gaze locked with Blackfoot’s. “He is like the darkness that covered the sun.” “He seems to have taken over your Clan,” Runningnose put in, “but he will pass and be forgotten in the brightness that follows. Brightness that will shine on ShadowClan for countless moons.” “I . . . I hear you,” Blackfoot stammered. “I’ll do as you say.” Littlecloud dipped his head as respectfully as he could with twigs clutching at his pelt. “ShadowClan will return to our warrior ancestors,” he promised, and added, “What have you done with our apprentice?”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“The mice aren’t going to line up and come running into camp, you know.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Jaypaw wondered if Lionblaze and Hollyleaf must have been part of the ancient Clan, too,”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Jaypaw wished she wouldn’t keep trying to mother him. He had Squirrelflight for that; Leafpool was just his mentor.”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows

“Leafpool, come quickly!” she gasped. “Firestar’s ill!”
― Erin Hunter, Long Shadows