Erin Hunter

"I have won."

"She dabbed at the surface of the water with one paw, and the moon fluttered like silver wings before settling again as the water stilled. Letting out a faint mrrow of wonder, Half Moon dabbed again and again. However often she disturbed the surface, the moon was still there.“It doesn’t give up, does it?” Half Moon blinked at Jayfeather. “It’s always there, constant like the stones in this cave. Maybe we should be like the moon’s reflection, holding fast whatever happens?"

"Loyalty is what matters, and that exists now, not in the past. Loyalty has to be proved every day, in every piece of fresh-kill brought back for the Clan, every claw mark on our enemies, every patrol, every training session."

"Jaypaw narrowed his eyes. "I'm not as blind as you think."

"The time for lies and secrets is over," she meowed. "The truth must come out. Starclan was wrong not to tell you who you were a long time ago."

"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?"

"It's coming, a battle between Starclan and The Dark Forest and every warrior will be called upon to fight."

"I am Midnight(cats stare dumbfounded)"

"A breeze stirred Dovewing's pelt, as is someone had walked past. She lifted her head an saw two figures standing just beyond her Clanmates. One was a badger with a narrow, striped face, the other a grotesque, hairless cat who's blind, bulging eyes saw nothing but everything. They met her gaze and nodded, just once. "Thank you." Dovewing heard, quieter then a sigh. "There will be three, kin of your kin, who will hold 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 fro the shadows. This s how it always has been, and always will be."-Rock and Midnight, The Last Hope"

"This will not be the end of the clans as long as I have breath in my body"~jayfeather"

"The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss."

"Now Darkstripe,' Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, 'is neither young, nor pretty."