Copycat Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

A protective instinct awakens at the same time. I subtly move closer to the table. Patti’s misbehavior gets worst. She has stopped trying to do her homework. Opting instead to sing a new song she had learned in school as she doodles. An obnoxious one. Her tone is off-key. Loud. Katya tries to get her attention back on track. “Patti,” she says sweetly, “are you having trouble with this?” “No.” Patti simply replies. Katya tries once more. “If you don’t understand, I’d be glad to help.”

His fur sizzled with smoke and a burnt patch of fur was under his jaw. He shook himself and the fur fell to the ground, turning to cinders. The pendant wouldn't let him touch it. His eyes glowed bright as he tried to heal the patch but it didn't work. He looked at me angrily and charged. He was faster than lightning– the Sapphire was enhancing his speed–and I had no idea when he smacked me with his paw. I felt a bone in my neck crack and I was on the floor. In a blur, all I could see were paws and claws going at my skin, tearing my fur and ripping my flesh.

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.