Forest of Secrets Quotes

“Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crowfood.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“There’s more to being a warrior than killing. A true warrior — the best warrior — isn’t cruel or mean. He doesn’t claw an enemy who can’t fight back. Where’s the honor in that?”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“A leaf cannot return to the bud
- bluestar to fireheart and greystripe”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“I have to stay here and bury her," he whispered. "Here, between RiverClan and ThunderClan. After this, not even her own Clan will want to mourn her.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“I buried her on the shore," he whispered as Fireheart padded up and sat down beside him. "She loved the river." He raised his head to where the first stars of Silverpelt were beginning to appear. "She hunts with StarClan now," he mewed softly. "Someday I'll find her again, and we'll be together.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“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.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“He set a brisk pace through the trees, but not so fast that he failed to notice the brilliant green fronds of new bracken beginning to unfurl, or the first pale buds of primroses pushing out of their green coverings. Birdsong filled the air, and the fresh scent of growing things.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“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, Forest of Secrets

“Graystripe had never taken his duties as mentor seriously, he thought with a pang of worry. He had been more interested in Silverstream right from the start. Meanwhile, Fireheart himself had more or less taken over Brackenpaw’s training. He enjoyed it, and he liked the serious-minded ginger tom, but he was troubled that loyalty to the Clan didn’t mean more to Graystripe.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“We need no help from ThunderClan,” growled Crookedstar. “RiverClan cats can look after themselves.” “Don’t be such a fool.” It was Graypool who spoke, with a glare at her leader. Fireheart felt a new surge of respect for her; he guessed that not many cats would dare to take that tone with Crookedstar. “You’re too proud for your own good,” the elder rasped. “How can we feed ourselves, even with the thaw? There are no fish to eat. The river’s practically poisoned; you know it is.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“I know what it's like to lose kits, Oakheart, I wouldn't wish that kind of grief on any cat.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“-I am willing to die for my own clan.-Fireheart”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Fireheart recognized Mistyfoot, Silverstream’s best friend. He knew she would love these kits as much as her own. But no cat could feel more strongly for Graystripe than Fireheart had, for four long seasons.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Here. Lick."
Tigerclaw glared at her. "I'm not a medicine cat."
Cinderpaw's blue eyes blazed as she rounded on the deputy. "You've got a tounge, haven't you? Lick, you usless lump of fur. Do you want the kit to die?"

Fireheart flinched, half expecting Tigerclaw to hurl himself at her and slash her open with his powerful claws. Instead the dark tabby bowed his huge head and began to lick the second kit.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Brackenfur’s purring faltered and his eyes looked troubled. “You should have been with me,” he murmured, gently nosing her injured leg. “No, I’m fine as I am,” Cinderpaw insisted. “You’ll have to be a warrior for both of us. And I’ll have to settle for being the greatest medicine cat this forest has ever seen!”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Silverstream!” Graystripe reared up and flung back his head. His wails of grief split the quiet air. “Silverstream!”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Silverstream is going to have my kits!”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Well caught, Cloudpaw,” he meowed. “I didn’t see you coming until it was too late.” “Nor did this stupid bird,” crowed Cloudpaw, flicking his tail smugly.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Tigerclaw swung his head around and fixed her with a yellow glare. “Defend myself to you, you gutless excuse for a warrior? What sort of a leader are you? Keeping the peace with other Clans. Helping them! You barely punished Fireheart and Graystripe for feeding RiverClan, and you sent them to fetch WindClan home! I would have never shown such kittypet softness. I would have brought back the days of TigerClan. I would have made ThunderClan great!” “And how many cats would have died for it?” Bluestar murmured, almost to herself.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“The new deputy will be Fireheart,”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“he felt as if a tree had fallen and pinned him to the ground.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Before any cat had time to reply, Cinderpaw let out a shout of triumph. “You’ve done it, Silverstream!” Moments later she turned with a second tiny kit in her jaws, and set it down in front of Tigerclaw. “Here. Lick.” Tigerclaw glared at her. “I’m not a medicine cat.” Cinderpaw’s blue eyes blazed as she rounded on the deputy. “You’ve got a tongue, haven’t you? Lick, you useless lump of fur. Do you want the kit to die?” Fireheart flinched, half expecting Tigerclaw to hurl himself at her and slash her open with his powerful claws. Instead, the dark tabby bowed his huge head and began to lick the second kit.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“No cat ever had such a friend as you. I'd give my life for you; you know that.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Kill him!” “Blind him!” “Drive him out of the forest!”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“There’s no herb to heal a broken heart,” she murmured. “Only time will do that.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Tigerclaw, what is this?” Bluestar’s meow was sharper now, edged with anger, not fear. “I’m the leader of your Clan, or have you forgotten that?” “Not for much longer,” Tigerclaw growled. “I’m going to kill you, and kill you again. As many times as it takes for you to join StarClan forever. It’s time for me to lead this Clan!”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Perhaps I will.” Cinderpaw shrugged. “Cinderpaw!” A shrill meow from Cloudkit interrupted them. “Come and see what I’ve found!” “Coming, Cloudkit!” Cinderpaw limped away, mewing good-humoredly to Fireheart as she went, “Maybe it’s deadly nightshade this time.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“What?”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“and a loud purr rose from his throat, an enormous sound to come from his small, fluffy body.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Cloudkit’s strong and brave,” he told her. “And intelligent.” And nosy, spoiled, disrespectful,”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets