Survivors Erin Hunter Quotes

I like being on my own. I mean, I'm sure a Pack’s best for some dogs, but I've walked alone since I left my Pup Pack. I can look after myself.

I can’t give up my faith in the longpaws. I understand that we can’t rely on the longpaws to help us anymore. But one of us has to remember. One of us has to carry the memories for the rest of the Pack. I’ll do it.

Fear-Dog told me . . . we must return to our camp,” he growled, his voice throaty with drool. “Now?” whimpered the little brown dog. “Now. Immediately.” Terror swiped a trembling paw at her face, though this time he missed. “He says . . . we are to kill any strange dogs. Kill them all. Kill them on sight. Now go!

Alpha’s muzzle curled in disbelief, but he went on watching Fiery intently. “Mad? In what way?” “Insane,” Fiery told him. “Like a dog with the water-madness”—at this several Packmembers gasped and growled nervously—“but not that. His jaws foamed and he had fits, but he was in control. Very much in control. He rules his Pack with fear.

Blade’s jaw dropped

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Mickey does what he thinks is right. He can stay loyal to the longpaws as well as to the Pack — don’t you see, Lucky? That’s just who he is. He wouldn’t be Mickey if he forgot the longpaws.

Lucky’s gut churned with dread. I couldn’t have told them anything about Lick, about her secret meeting with Grunt. Alpha would have thrown her out—or killed her. I just hope I made the right decision.

Who are you?” “He’s Lucky,” broke in Bruno. “And so are you. It’s amazing you weren’t crushed in there. Now come on.

Whine. After

ALPHA:     sleek black-and-brown female with a white fang-shaped mark below her ear (also known as Blade) BETA:     huge black-and-tan male (also known as Mace)       DAGGER—brown-and-tan male with a stubby face   PISTOL—black-and-tan female   BRUTE—black-and-tan male   RIPPER—black-and-tan female   REVOLVER—black-and-tan male   AXE—large black-and-brown male   SCYTHE—large black-and-tan female   BLUDGEON—massive black-and-tan male   MUSKET—black-and-brown male   CANNON—brown-and-tan female   LANCE—black-and-tan male   ARROW—young black-and-tan male OMEGA:     smaller black-and-brown male (also known as Bullet) PUPS:     FANG—brown-and-tan male LONE

Turning hurriedly away from the dead longpaw,

He’s a remarkable dog,” said Lucky. “And he proved something to me. There are different forms of strength. You don’t need to be just like everyone else to succeed in this world.

Dog. He had padded close to the horizon and now he was curling up in his end-of-day red-and-golden glow. Why, she wondered, did the Sun-Dog wait until he was almost asleep before he stretched out and showed his most beautiful colors? The ways of the Spirit Dogs were very mysterious. She laid her head on her paws and watched as the rest of the Pack gathered around the prey pile. Lucky seemed anxious tonight, pacing back and forth and fussing around Alpha as she plodded heavily from their den to the center of the glade.

Yes, it would be easier if I made all the decisions.” Lucky met Snap’s eye. “Easier for you. But do you want to be led by the nose all your life, as though you were living with longpaws, like a Leashed Dog?” He turned to give Sunshine a hard look. “Is that what you’ve fought and survived for—to let others boss you around? You want me to tell you what to think, what to eat, when to sleep, when to wake up? Even if it means you hardly eat at all? Even if you sleep in the draft and wake up freezing cold?

I must not bite him. Moon

I could take either of them. He was close

I agree with Splash. I want to help Storm.

And

From now on, you will be known as Savage.

bark that he could muster. “Come with me,” he ordered. “Now.” The Leashed Dogs grew still, looking about themselves in shock. Then they crept closer to him, shivering as they

in shock. Then they crept closer to him, shivering as they moved. Lucky gave a few barks and growls of encouragement as he began to guide them toward the thicker tree cover. There might be some risk of falling trees and branches, but it would be much more dangerous to let the Leashed Dogs go on working themselves into their panic out in the open, where any stray lashing

Some pups worry that there’s something bad inside them, something they can’t help.

Cold,” whimpered Tiny, nuzzling Storm’s flank. “Cold, Storm. I’m wet. Brr.” Storm licked her again, very gently. “Is that better?” “’Es,” agreed the pup sleepily.

Lucky

Storm saved Tiny’s whole life,” finished Tumble triumphantly.

I can forgive you, Bella, he thought. But I can’t forget.

Yes, Black Eye. I remember,” said Snap. “He had a—” “Let me guess,” Lucky interrupted. “A black patch of fur around one eye?” Snap cocked her head, perplexed. “How did you know?” Lucky sighed. “Never mind.

That traitor! Siding with Blade and the Fierce Dogs . . .

O wise Spirit Dog, you have always protected me. I need you now more than ever.

Sighing, Lucky shut his eyes. The memory of Terror’s spasms haunted him, and he couldn’t suppress a shudder. What did the crazed dog see when he went into those convulsions?

Bravelands

breath

Perhaps the Sky-Dogs are telling us that life’s too fragile these days to hold a grudge.

she flicked an ear lazily to dislodge a small insect that had mistaken her for a blade of grass.

The other dogs all slept so peacefully, none of them haunted by ghost-hounds and demon-dogs. It’s just me. I’m the only one stupid enough to be fooled by my dreams.

CHAPTER TWO The way back led them through a shallow valley lined with thorn-scrub and thistles, the shadows of even the smallest trees thrown far across the ground by the Red Leaf rays of the Sun-Dog. The camp was not far ahead, but Lucky had no intention of letting his guard down. The air was still, with a hint of frost, so Lucky was immediately alert when something rustled close by. He paused to see a golden shape push through the leafless twigs of the bushes. “Bella,” he greeted his litter-sister warily. Bella glanced awkwardly toward Fiery and Lick. She shook herself, but held her ground. “Hello, Lucky.” Lucky laid his rabbits on the ground and barked to Fiery. “I’ll catch up with you.” Fiery looked back over his shoulder, nodded, then summoned Lick on. Lucky shifted his attention to Bella, who was pacing back and forth, not meeting his eye. My litter-sister, he reminded himself; and yet she seemed more of a stranger than Fiery. Not

The wind whipped Lucky’s fur and he shivered, crouching low to the ground. The Moon-Dog had vanished, leaving only a scattering of stars to cast their shallow light. He squinted into the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he realized he was perching on a blade of black rock, a tiny stone island surrounded by water. He took a tentative step over the rock and faltered. The water wasn’t moving—it was frozen to ice. As Lucky lowered his head, he could see white patterns across its surface like spiders’ webs. Ahead, the sky of no-sun was as thick and dark as a storm cloud, yet craning his head Lucky could just make out a circle of amber light. Was it the Sun-Dog rising, or something else? He took a step forward, placing his forepaw on the ice. The freezing cold was sharper than a blast of fire and Lucky whipped away his paw with a howl of pain. He licked it, gazing into the distance. He could still see a light, though now it looked farther away. . . . Somehow he knew he had to reach it, but he didn’t think he’d make it over the long stretches of ice. He backed over the black rock, wondering what to do. He was alone, trapped on the island—and the Ice Wind was coming. He heard hissing and spun around. The ice was clawing its way over the edge of the island. Its touch turned the rock a shiny white, like clear-stone. Lucky’s breath caught in his throat. He threw a frantic look over his shoulder. The ice was creeping onto the land from all sides, fizzing and murmuring with its cool, white tongue, freezing the land beneath its ghostly pelt. Lucky cried out. “Bella! Sweet!” No dog answered his calls. The ice was close now, whispering and crackling at his paws. Lucky watched in horror as it climbed up his legs, searing him with its deathly touch, turning his fur brittle and white as frost. He tried to pull away, but his legs were frozen. He tried to cry out again, but his jaw was locked with cold. Far in the distance, the amber light flickered and died. Now there was only chill and darkness. And then, in the darkness, the furious howls of fighting dogs.

And a Pack divided

know that the pain is fresh and strong in this moment, but when you return to Bella and your litter, you should remember this day—not as the day you lost a pup, but the day you were given two.

And our longpaws—they were in a kind of Pack of their own,

Storm’s heart ached. It’s so unfair, to die before you really live.

Yes, Black Eye. I remember,” said Snap. “He had a—” “Let me guess,” Lucky interrupted. “A black patch of fur around one eye?” Snap cocked her head, perplexed. “How did you know?

Alfie!

confidently. “You can see almost the whole of it from here, can’t you? The whole world. You can see how it’s changed. And a different world”—she took a moment to gaze into each Pack member’s eyes—“needs a different kind of dog.

Was she really implying I will be Alpha one day? It seemed such a distant, fantastical prospect,

Mickey continued. "If you ever come back, you will find this thing, your possession, which you gave to me. It was my favorite toy, and when I played with it, I thought of you. This will prove that I came back to look for you--that I never forgot you or stopped loving you.

He’s Lucky,” broke in Bruno. “And so are you. It’s amazing you weren’t crushed in there. Now come on.

it’s leaning. And those things wriggling out of the wall like snakes—don’t you feel the invisible power? Can’t you hear it singing?

If you ever come back, you will find this thing, your possession, which you gave to me. It was my favorite toy, and when I played with it, I thought of you. This will prove that I came back to look for you—that I never forgot you or stopped loving you.