Special Paw Patrol Characters Novels & Stories

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

I've ordered completer silence about it until they come home. Now onto the rest of the gang. Micah and Shelby had three more pups after little Marshall bringing their total to eight pups. Dorian is now 18 and able to find his mate, Nelly or Nell as she likes to be called now, is 16 and is in warrior training. The twins, Aaron & Ariel, are 13 now and are good trackers. 10 year old Marshall is already showing signs that he will be the next Gamma so he's become Micah's shadow. Eight year old Shane is an omega and he loves the garden. He's always out there. Then there's the six year old twins, McKenna and Shay. McKenna is Shelby's mini me not only in looks but in personality too. Shay is quiet a

he said teasing me in a reassuring manner, making me chuckle at his words. “Okay, lead the way,” I replied. We stood in the middle of the forest. Our cracking bones echoed through the forest, and my brown coated wolf came into view. Elliot was an Auburn black wolf, he was a little larger than me and his eyes were two different shades. I growled playfully and Elliot seemed to shake his head.

Cheeky little pup. Tia whispers to me as they all start chattering about maths being more fun than reading. “The two pups who are open for adoption are Jericho and Jessica.” she says and points them out to me. They are so similar they could be twins. I know they arent, and are from different families, but they both have jet black hair and deep brown eyes. They look to be the same age and are sat together on the floor bickering about which subject is better.

--- 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 pull my hand back to search, but the wolf starts back up again. "Give me a moment, alright?" I shoo him off and he plops down with his head down. "Angus, Apollo, Archie, Ash, Axel, Baxter, Bingo, Bruce, Bruno, Champ, Charlie, Chester, Chip, Coco, Dexter, Duke, Eddie, Felix, Frankie, Freddy, George, Griffin, Hunter, Kane, King, Lenny, Logan, Marty, Max, Milo, Nelson, Noah, Ollie, Oscar, Ozzy, Peanut, Pepper, Prince, Rambo, Rocco, Romeo, Sam, Scooby, Scout, Simba, Snoopy, Spencer, Spike, Spot, Tucker, Walter, Woody," I skip over the names as quickly as I can. I know for a fact I won't use common names, whether the wolf likes it or not.

Eventually Duke sat down next to Leila, and the other wolves moved forward to greet her. It was obvious who Beta Dimitri, Beta Jax, and Colby were. Even though Beta Dimitri was the largest, Beta Jax wasn’t far behind him, and Colby was the smallest. All 3 were dark brown with one cream spot on their right front paw. They all had the same color eyes as they did as humans. Gamma Peter, and Gamma Ross were gray with a black stripe down their back. Molly was cream with brown spots. Melissa was also cream, but she had black spots.

I flinched, Mother's hand instinctively reaching for me, shielding me like a lioness guarding her young. The guard smirked, slapping his baton against the bars once more, his voice dripping with scorn. "The royal court is ready to judge you... traitors." The iron door of the cage screeched open, and rough hands pulled Mother and me to our feet, shackling our wrists with cold, unyielding chains. The clinking metal reverberated in the hollow silence, heavy and foreboding. I stole a glance at Mother, whose face was a mask of determination, every line etched with an unspoken promise of survival.

Sitting on the soft carpet on the floor, Exequiel let his back touch the ground. "Hah, that was wild." He laughed while catching his breath. On the other hand,. Scott didn't have any choice but to wear white pajamas with black dots that resembled a Dalmatian dog. To summarize it, Patrish is the panda, Hera is the tiger, Kianna is the sheep, Scott is the dog, Warren is the fox, Kyler is the bunny, and lastly, Exequiel is the green dinosaur. "Who came up with this lame idea?"