Cherith Baldry

Cherith Baldry is one of the authors writing under the name Erin Hunter.


I grew up on a farm, so of course I grew up with cats—working cats who kept down the mice in the house and barns, but were still friendly house cats who would play and curl up on a lap. My first cat after I married was a grey tabby called Tomlyn. We acquired him while we were out in Africa, teaching at the University of Sierra Leone. He was part Siamese, part African bush cat, and one of the friendliest cats I’ve ever known. When we came back to the UK we brought him with us; although he had to stay in quarantine for six months, he didn’t forget us, and when we went to visit him he climbed all over us, shedding hair and purring like mad! My next cat was called Schrodinger, after the Austrian physicist—my husband Peter was a scientist. He was ginger and white, and very playful. My two sons, Will and Adam, grew up with him, so he will always have a special place in their hearts. Peter died a few years ago, and Will and Adam are grown up now, so I share my home with two cats, Bramble and Sorrel. Sorrel is a tiny tortoiseshell and white cat, very dainty and demanding. Bramble is a dark tabby, quiet and dignified, a real gentleman. When I’m working, Bramble comes and sits on my lap. Sorrel comes and sits on the work. They have their own secret lives as Brambleclaw and Sorreltail, and I love writing Warriors so that I can imagine a cat’s eye view of the world. There’ll always be something mysterious about cats, and that’s one of the reasons why I love them.