Riverstar's Home Quotes

“Life is like the river. It flows on, never stopping.” “So?” She looked at him sharply. “Let the current carry you.” “What does that mean?” “Accept what you can’t change,” he mewed. “The river is far stronger than you. Don’t resist the current. Don’t swim against it. Use its power to lift you and guide you.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“He fell into the river,” Drizzle mewed cheerfully. “We watched him drown.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“His heart dropped like a stone in his chest. “Is he dead?” Clear Sky looked frozen, too overcome to speak. Thunder nodded. “He died peacefully in his den, with his family.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“up for an adventure. Even before he’d fallen in love with Flutter, he’d never felt lonely among the park cats. “We helped each other.” “Maybe,” Night conceded. “But they’re the first cats I’ve heard of who did.” “These cats seemed happy to be together,” River Ripple insisted. “I hope they’re not thinking of staying,” Night grunted. “It might be good to have them around,” River Ripple argued. “They’d discourage cats like Hawk.” “Or turn out to be just like him,” Night warned. “Don’t get attached to them.” “Why not?” “You don’t know who these cats are or what they want,” Night mewed darkly. “Be careful, River Ripple. They might hurt you.” He blinked at her sympathetically. It must be sad, and probably exhausting, to be so distrustful. “You’ll be careful, won’t you?” she pressed. “I’ll be careful,” he promised. But he wanted to know more about these cats, and he hoped they’d stay near the river. He suddenly realized that the ache that had been nudging him to go back to the park hadn’t been about missing Flutter, or Arc, or any cat in particular. He’d loved Flutter, of course, and Arc had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. But he missed the feeling of belonging as much as he missed the cats themselves. Belonging was what”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“And I can't leave. Owl is here, and my parkmates. My kits have found homes here. They might be kittypets, but I can find them if I have to. And they can find me.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“I’m a peaceful cat. I abhor violence for violence’s sake. But I warn you, don’t try to test me. RiverClan has boundaries and they must be respected. All my cats are trained for battle, and any SkyClan cat caught on my land will regret it.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Riverstar padded to the head of the clearing. “We are one Clan once more.” His Clanmates turned to listen as he spoke. “I will never leave you again, and I hope that from now on, you have enough faith in me and in RiverClan to stay and uphold the values we’ve come to believe in.” He met the gazes of Night, then Mist, then Hollow. “Loyalty, honor, courage, and faith in StarClan. These are the values of a warrior.” One by one, he looked around at his Clanmates. “Peace, community, and kinship. These are the values of RiverClan.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“It was a sign that a tree with rotten roots can’t survive a storm.” Riverstar met Skystar’s gaze. “Before you start challenging RiverClan, make sure your roots are deep and strong, Skystar, because we won’t give in easily.” He flexed his claws. “We won’t give in at all.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“The river is far stronger than you. Don’t resist the current. Don’t swim against it. Use its power to lift you and guide you.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Riverstar swallowed back irritation. Was
arrogance contagious? Had all of SkyClan caught it from Skystar?”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Gray Wing was gazing at him. “That didn’t go as
well as you hoped.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“What kind of father stole their son’s almost-mate?”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Thunder stood in the rain beside Hawk Swoop’s body and gently lifted her tail. With great care, he draped it over her muzzle, then settled beside her, his flank pressed to hers.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“she love me? His pelt grew hot. “I’m so sorry. I never realized—” “Not like that, you flea-brain!”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“A slender tortoiseshell hurried to her side, while a gray-and-white tom raised his hackles, growling, a few tail-lengths away.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Yes. Who knows how many of us the fire would have eaten before it was full?”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“It’ll be slower.” Finch’s eyes rounded with worry. “I thought we needed to be back before Night went to see StarryClan.” “StarClan,” he corrected her gently.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Clear Sky was standing over Gray Wing. “Just give in,” he hissed at his brother. Gray Wing was fighting for breath, his flanks heaving as he stared back at his littermate. He’d clearly not recovered from the smoke he’d breathed during the fire. But still he flung a weak blow at Clear Sky’s muzzle. “Never.” Clear Sky glared at him. He lifted a paw as though ready to strike the killing blow. “Give in.” Stop! River Ripple recoiled. You’re littermates! He watched, breathless, as Gray Wing pushed himself to his paws. “Kill me.” The gray tom could hardly speak, but he fixed Clear Sky with a gaze which shone, even in the shadowy clearing, like gold. “Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.” “Don’t make me do this, brother.” Clear Sky didn’t move, but his mew was trembling. “All I want is for every cat to be safe.” River Ripple could hardly believe his ears. Safe? Couldn’t he see the carnage around him? Clear Sky went on. “To have borders to protect us and make sure we have prey.” River Ripple closed his eyes. How could these cats be so foolish? Borders would always mean battles. There was prey enough for everyone if only they would share. When he opened his eyes again, Clear Sky had sheathed his claws. His gaze was flitting over the dead as, around him, the others fought on weakly, barely able to stay on their paws. River Ripple leaned closer. Could Clear Sky finally see where his greed for land and prey had led? “Stop!” At last. River Ripple’s heart seemed to rise in his throat as the mountain tom’s yowl rang in the still night air. “This battle is over.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Dread dropped like a stone in his chest as saw Rainswept Flower. She was on the ground and she wasn’t moving. Had Clear Sky killed her? Then he saw Jackdaw’s Cry. The black tom lay dead. Not you too. He pictured the bright-eyed mountain cat dunking himself in the river, drenching his fur so that he could rescue Moon Shadow. He’d been so brave. So filled with life. Now he was dead, his fur drenched with blood instead of water. And he was slumped over another corpse.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Yes. Who knows how many of us the fire would have eaten before it was full?” Cloud Spots added.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“Lies come from the head, but truth comes from the heart.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home

“home.”
― Erin Hunter, Riverstar's Home