Well, I'm more lopsided than a one-legged badger.— Erin Hunter
Simplistic Warrior Cats quotations
The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:.
..Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?
There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle between light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the clan will survive beyond thge memories of his memeries. This is how it has always been and alway will be.
Do not speak badly of yourself. For the warrior within hears your words and is lessened by them.
"Welcome to our camp!" Blackstar called, beckoning them with his tail.
"Rest here and take your pick of the fresh-kill pile." "Who are you and what have you done with Blackstar?" Lionblaze muttered.
Who are you and what have you done with my brother?
Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once.... don't make me save you again.
Warrior not worrier.
You're a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I'll never forget you.
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.
He was desperate to tell his news to some other cat;
he almost felt that if a mouse crossed his path he would stop to inform it that it was about to be eaten by a ThunderClan deputy.
If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way.
Our code is different from the warrior code.
It reaches across boundaries. To us, every cat is simply that — a cat, with the same right to life as any other. We made a promise to heal and protect, remember?
Don't be afraid of StarClan. They will understand about Brokentail. You will be honored by our warrior ancestors for your loyalty toy your Clanmates and for your endless courage. So many cats owe their lives to you. Cinderpelt would have died after her accident if you hadn't tended to her. And when there was greencough, you fought day and night.
I know I did the right thing, but no one would ever understand.
Be a Warrior not a Worrier.
I am no warrior, but I am a ThunderClan cat.
I stay in the nursery rather than hunt and fight because that is what I do best. I care for our young as though they were my own. This is my gift to the Clan, but I do it in my own chosen name.
I wonder if he'll ever see the truth in my own heart: that, whatever Dustpelt says, however much Fireheart breaks the warrior code, I love him more that I could imagine loving any other cat. And if Fireheart knew, would he love me, too? - Sandstorm
Fox dung! I'm a loyal ShadowClan cat.
If I'm ever made deputy or leader it will be because I have earned it myself - and my Clanmates and StarClan wish it. You're twisting the warrior code to get what you want, just like you did when you were alive.
The art of being a warrior is to balance the wonder and the terror of being alive.
Our father was a great warrior. Our mother is proud and strong. They shared only one flaw: that their only loyalty was to themselves above all other cats. We're not like that. We understand what it means to be loyal to our Clan. We have the courage to live by the warrior code. And because of that we'll be the most powerful cats in RiverClan one day, and our Clanmates will have to respect us then.
All she's caught is fleas! She's a medicine cat, not a warrior.
She should be helping me, not trying to pretend that her entire history vanished on the day the truth came out.
Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you'll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it's two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.
I have lived with several masters - all of them cats.
Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side.
Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.