Paw Patrol Snow Pup Novels & Stories

Smoke had never realized until now just how much she missed them. "Don't mind my sister." Smoke nearly leaped out of her fur at the sound of a new voice. She looked around until seeing a smaller gray she-cat with amber eyes staring back at her in amusement. "Ravenpaw's just mad that you took her nest." The she-cat paused as she licked her chest fur, looking rather curious as she watched Smoke. "My name's Snowpaw, by the way." Snowpaw tilted her head to one side when Smoke didn't say anything. "Well, you don't have to tell me your name, but it would be nice to know. Russetstar might not be happy you're here, but we could always use more warriors in the Clan."

Right on cue, her eyes rolled back, turning gray-white. I opened the door and tapped Bubba and Missy on the head. "Go." Their bodies surged bigger. One swipe each—skulls crushed. Snowy finally moved. He leapt out, white fur blazing red in a burst of fire. Flames roared down the street, relentless, swallowing everything. Minutes later, nothing was left standing. Snowy flicked his tail and hopped onto my shoulder. "Pop, this whole district's ours now. What's next?"

After letters or texts he'll usually put SiR. Snezhinka: In Russian Snezhinka means Snowflake. She was a gift from Kingsley to Lyle. She is a werepolarbear aka werebear. She's around fifteen years old and has snow white hair that matches polar bear's fur. Her eyes are similar to the color of zircon. She cost 25 grand at an auction. She enjoys playing in the snow and sun. Her scent mixes with the smell of day time and vampires pick the scent up around her. Her nickname is Snow.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

"Since you like the white puppy, why don't you name it? I'll name the other one." Waverly looked at the white puppy, "Let's call it Snowy. Snowy, as in snow." The corners of Bellamy's mouth twitched. How could he not understand what she meant? Amid the snow, they'd be going their separate ways. He didn't like the name. But since she picked it, Snowy it was. "The black puppy will be called Knight," Bellamy said.

Entering the park, the pups are running wild and I watch on with a sad smile as they chase each other. “Mom, can Chaos chase us? Please mom.” I smile and let Chaos out as she trots towards her pups before playfully chasing them in the snow. The scent of caramel floats in the air and we stop as the pups scream for their fathers. I look up and watch them run towards them. I turn my head and walk away from them, knowing the pups will be safe with them. Heading back towards the house, the she-wolf that I saw with them both with is bragging to her friends.

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.

Aurora When the panic subsides, Jaxson and I move slowly, trying to keep the pups quiet enough to inspect the living room first. Snowflake is startled and froze upright, worried as she looks out the front window. I follow her gaze, the morning simple and bright and warm as it pours into our small, quaint hut. Jaxson clings to one pup, while I juggle the other two. He gives me a daring look of caution. Stay close but stay behind me.

What the…? We cautiously approached the creature, which had hunkered down by our feet, shaking. "It was a baby panther!" Catalina screeched. "How did a baby panther end up in the walls of the PAN house?" I thought I was the only panther roaming around here. Catalina hugged the small creature to her, marveling at its presence. What in the world was going on?

Thankfully she took right to it and loves her little potty. I pick up his tiny hand and rub my thumb over the back. He’s so damn soft. He’s already got some dark hair and certainly Aurora’s cute nose. I don’t see my features yet but he smells like me all right. “Lucy named Rosie right,” I ask, as she nods. *What do you think,* I ask my wolf. He’s too busy strutting around in my mind, lost in his own world. “I met a pup named Colton at the daycare, I thought that was a pretty cool name,” I say, kind of stuck for any other ideas.