The Forgotten Warrior Quotes

“Ivypool felt her mouth drop open "Hollyleaf? But...you you're dead!"
"Obviously not," the newcomer replied with an edge to her voice.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Why do relationships have to be so complicated?”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“I know there’s something troubling you. I’m not going to ask what it is, if you don’t want to tell me. But remember that I’m your mother. Nothing you say could ever shock me or make me love you less.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“We have to let the Warrior Code rule our hearts. The death of a warrior does not mean victory.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Every sacrifice I make is for the good of my Clan—and for the other Clans around the lake. Even if that means sacrificing myself.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“This will not be the end of the Clans. As long as I have breath in body, the Clans will be safe.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Oh, it's Applekit!" Cinderpelt yelped in mock astonishment. "I thought for a heartbeat there was a giant burr chasing me. Never mind. When we stop, I'll help you untangle them.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“She's a skilled and swift fight, and I know she'll pass on her training on to you.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Is this the beginning of the end?”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Didn’t you see the bramble thicket in front of you?” “Oh, sure,” Ivypool muttered. “I just walked into it for fun.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Oh, sure!” Jayfeather lashed his tail. “Wouldn’t that just be great? One medicine cat who can’t see, and another who can’t walk. ThunderClan would be invincible!”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Ivypool’s face”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“deserted,”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Sol”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Ivypool”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Try to think of it this way,” he began. “You should feel very lucky. StarClan has given you the chance to choose your own destiny: to be a warrior, a mate, a mother—all the things that you were denied as Cinderpelt.” “But is it a real choice?” Cinderheart asked miserably. “What about my duty to my Clan?” “There are many ways to fulfill your duty,” Jayfeather murmured. Cinderheart turned to him; he could feel the force of her gaze. “It’s true, I’m lucky to be here at all!” she burst out. “I know what a debt I owe to my ancestors. But I’m so confused. . . . I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” “What do you want?” Jayfeather asked quietly. He felt a small start of surprise from Cinderheart, as if no cat had ever asked her that before. “I wanted Lionblaze,” she whispered. “But I can’t have him.” “Oh? Really?” Great StarClan, mouse-brain, he’s been padding after you for moons! “Why not?” “Because of his destiny,” Cinderheart replied. Jayfeather gave an awkward wriggle; he wasn’t comfortable discussing another cat’s relationship problems. But he remembered Half Moon, and felt again the piercing pain he had suffered when he realized that he couldn’t stay with her in her long-ago Tribe. “You have a destiny, too,” he mewed gently. “But that isn’t the whole of who you are. You can still shape your own life.” Cinderheart was silent for a long time; Jayfeather could sense a tiny seed of hope stirring inside her. “You have a chance to be happy,” he prompted, “and to make Lionblaze happy, too. Don’t throw that away because you spent too long trying to figure out the right thing to do.” “Thank you, Jayfeather,” Cinderheart responded with a long sigh. Together they sat on the bank overlooking the lake; Jayfeather could hear the soft lapping of the water on the pebbly shore. For a few moments he and Cinderheart seemed to be wrapped in a cocoon of peace. It can’t last, Jayfeather thought. Not in these turbulent times. But I’m glad of it now, that’s for sure.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Jayfeather’s”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Hollyleaf,”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Berrynose”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Huh!” Mistystar’s deputy, Reedwhisker, exclaimed. “Twolegs couldn’t catch a fish if it leaped out of the water and begged them.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“No,” Ivypool answered, thinking fast. “I-I just want to know what I have to do to be treated like a warrior. I don’t want to fight at the back, where cowards hide. I want to be at the head of the attack, doing the most that I can to help my Dark Forest Clanmates.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Let all cats old enough to kill their own enemies gather here!”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“A call rang out in Brokenstar’s rasping voice. “Let all cats old enough to kill their own enemies gather here!”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“you’ll see nothing but Mousefur’s hindquarters and ticks for a moon!”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“No!” His voice rang out in the night air. “Hollyleaf, I won’t let you run away again.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“He was heading toward the fresh-kill pile when a yowl broke out behind him. “Firestar! Firestar!” Whirling around, Lionblaze saw Sorreltail burst into the clearing with Bumblestripe, Berrynose, and Hazeltail hard on her paws. Birchfall and Ivypool followed more slowly. “Great StarClan!” Lionblaze exclaimed, his neck fur rising. “Are we under attack?” While Sorreltail was struggling to get her breath back, Firestar appeared from his den on the Highledge, then ran lightly down the tumbled rocks to the floor of the hollow. Sandstorm leaped down behind him, while Dustpelt and Brackenfur bounded over from the fresh-kill pile. “What’s going on?” Firestar demanded as he halted in front of Sorreltail’s patrol. “Trouble on the WindClan border,” Sorreltail explained. “Birchfall and Ivypool got into an argument with some WindClan cats. I think if we hadn’t turned up, there would have been a fight.” “Is this true?” Firestar asked, fixing his green gaze on Birchfall and Ivypool. For the first time Lionblaze noticed that Birchfall was looking sulky, while the tip of Ivypool’s tail flicked irritably to and fro. “They started it,” Birchfall mewed defensively. “They didn’t want to let us wash our paws in the stream.” “We weren’t on their territory,” Ivypool added. “We weren’t doing anything wrong.” “For StarClan’s sake!” Dustpelt snapped, before Firestar could respond. “Aren’t the tensions high enough between the Clans, without going out to look for more trouble?” “We weren’t looking for it!” Ivypool flashed back at him. As Firestar raised his tail for silence, Brackenfur padded to Sorreltail’s side and touched her ear lightly with his nose.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Lionblaze padded through the thorn tunnel into the camp and stood flexing his aching muscles. “That was a great training session,” he meowed to Blossomfall as she emerged behind him. “You certainly caught me with that backward leap and twist.” “Yeah, will you show me how to do it?” Foxleap asked as he followed Blossomfall. The young she-cat’s eyes glowed at her Clanmates’ praise and she gave her chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks. “It’s not that hard,” she murmured. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Lionblaze.” “I’ll be fine.” Lionblaze gave her a friendly flick over her ear with the tip of his tail. “I should have been a bit quicker.” Cinderheart padded up, her eyes glimmering with amusement as her gaze traveled over Lionblaze’s ruffled pelt. “You look like you’ve been pulled through the thorn barrier backward,” she mewed. “I feel like it, too,” Lionblaze replied. “Blossomfall and Foxleap didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. They’re turning into great fighters.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“And how would you get it?” Jayfeather mewed. “Just stroll up to a fox and say, ‘Please make some dirt for me?’ I don’t think so.”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior

“Dovewing”
― Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior