Scout Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

The pants were a little tighter than he would have liked but he looked badass as he slipped his knives and hostlers into their places. “Ok, first we go to the waterfall and find the scent, watch for marks from our scout, he may still be tracking. Albwin you will be our head scout Callum will watch our backs. It will take an hour to reach the waterfall. If you see anything suspicious let us know. Even if it's just a dead rodent or you think it's nothing do not check it on your own. Report back.” Archie commanded Callum nodded and turned on his heel to scout behind them as Albwin melted into the trees ahead of them. Archie nodded at Torin and they headed out.

It was one of our scouts, their breathing shallow and ragged. "What happened?" I demanded, kneeling beside them. The scout’s eyes fluttered open, and they gasped, "Rogues… they’re moving… toward the eastern border. They have… something powerful… something unnatural." I exchanged a grim look with Killian. --- As I rose to my feet, the faint glow surrounding the scout began to intensify. "What’s happening?" Eva asked, her voice tinged with alarm. Before I could answer, the scout’s body convulsed, and a burst of energy erupted from them, knocking us all back. When the light faded, the scout was gone—vanished into thin air.

Kai. ​The scout's final memory is filled with the terrifying blur of Atlas roaring to life, his silver-tipped black fur a storm that shielded her. His roar was thunderous as he tackled my scout, tearing his throat out before the powder could fully take hold. Kai's bond to the girl... it is a pull I can sense even through the dead scout's eyes, but I cannot comprehend it. It is a brilliant silver flame that actively thwarts the shadows.

Whispers passed among the wolves, each one speaking of rumors that had slowly been gathering like storm clouds on the horizon—a rumor of someone once thought lost was returning. In the central courtyard, where the banners of unity and progress still hung proudly, a group of young scouts was performing their morning patrol. Their alert eyes scanned every corner, every shadow. Suddenly, one of the scouts, a lithe wolf named Soren, halted abruptly. “There!” he barked, pointing toward the far edge of the compound, where the ancient forest began. His voice was a mix of excitement and disbelief.

She smiled as she nodded, “It does.” A warrior ran to the door and asked, “Princess, can you come with me, please? Griffon is at the door.” I nodded as I turned to follow him. When I got to the door, I stepped out and smiled, “Griffon. I’m so happy you’re here.” He hugged me and sighed, “They are sending scouts. Would you like my animals to let you know when they are close?” I smiled, “I would. Our warriors on patrol will grab them. Thank you. Do you know how many?” He replied, “It looks like four.” I nodded, “Yeah, the warriors on patrol can get them. What animal do you think you could send to grab one of our warriors?” He replied, “I could send a deer to get one and take him to them.” I sm

“Next time we find a rabid scout in the woods, I vote we just leave him there.” “You vote that every time,” Trixie says, brushing pine needles from her hair. “And every time, you get vetoed because you’re a menace.” “I’m practical.” “You’re obnoxious.” They come to a stop in front of me, the rogue dangling limply between them like a grim party favor. “Well,” I say, arms crossed, “glad to see you didn’t kill each other.” Trixie rolls her eyes. “Not for lack of trying.” Parker drops the rogue with a dramatic grunt. “Here. One scout. Freshly unconscious. Slightly concussed.”

“Thank you, Village Head. The Enchanted Forest Scouting Party is made up of 5 individuals. All these individuals are Thrashers, with one of them being a top level Thrasher almost at the level of a Wild Cat.” Although the Scouting Party was entirely composed of Thrashers, they weren’t of the same level. Joe was the weakest in the team, and he was followed closely by Samoa. It wasn’t any surprise since they were the youngest in the team. They were only Beginner Level Thrashers, and hadn’t really adapted to their new strength yet. When they do adapt, they would have the same strength as two of their deceased comrades and become Mid-Level Thrashers. The last level was the Top Thrasher level (eve

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but it was more of a forest scent than anything else. "A patrol is coming," Wildheart murmured. "Be on your guard." Sprucepaw watched carefully as three cats stepped forward. Sure enough Wildheart was right about the patrol. A ginger-brown tom with tabby markings was the first to glare at Wildheart. Beside him was an older looking apprentice-aged cat. Her tortoiseshell fur was bristling with annoyance when she spotted Sprucepaw. Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes.

--- 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.

"I have news. From the western border." "What news?" Jasper asks. The scout swallows hard. "There's been a sighting. In the forest. Near the rogues' territory." Jasper's chest tightens. "A sighting of what?" "A wolf," the scout says. "Larger than any we've seen before. One of the patrol wolves got close enough to see it. He said it was massive. Terrifying. Moved like nothing he'd ever encountered." "A Direwolf," Jasper says. The scout nods. "That's what we think. But there's more. The patrol wolf said he felt power radiating from it. Power stronger than any Alpha he's faced."