[That Black Puppy]
STORY IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH.
Copyright Characters (in this story) That Are Mine
Humans: Thomas, Benjamin
Dogs/Wolves: Jacelyn, Dallas, Bandit, Janessa, Oreo, Biscuit, Breeze, Tyrant
A/N: When I say "years/months" I mean HUMAN years. Just thought I'd clarify that.
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Chapter Two
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Jacelyn felt a soft nudge, growled, and turned over. Then she felt the nudge again, only this time harder. She growled louder this time, but continued to doze off. Then she yelped and jumped up. She rubbed her shoulder with her muzzle. Dallas had bit her to get her to wake up. She wasn't pleased – not one bit. She showed her teeth to Dallas as a sign of frustration and what may await him. Dallas knew he was older than her, and not as fast and sharp as he used to be, and withdrew a little. But then he stepped forward. Jacelyn grumbled to herself.
"Come on, now. You know you don't dare to harm me," Dallas chuckled.
"I could if I wanted to," Jacelyn replied sharply, still mad at the fact Dallas had awoken her.
"Well, the Outcasts wanted to see you," Dallas said. He knew of the Outcasts as he used to be the Advisor (the puppies – who were now dogs - wanted him to be Advisor), but he resigned a while back. The Outcasts had been created when they decided they wanted a club of some sort, but not call it a club. So they thought up of the name "Outcasts" and so they were called that. Many dogs knew of the Outcasts, and some were even their enemies. Of course, the Outcasts evaded fights if they could. They never liked the idea of fighting all that much, but they threatened if need be.
"Oh! Yes! I forgot! There's supposed to be a meeting today!" Jacelyn exclaimed, and thanked Dallas for waking her up. She said "Bye" and left.
"Hey guys," Jacelyn panted. She had run all the way from her house to their usual meeting spot, and was tired and hot, despite the cold. She sat down and cooled off.
"You're late," Breeze, the leader, narrowed his eyes at Jacelyn. Breeze had a humongous crush on Jacelyn, and everyone knew it – even Jacelyn! She could not deny the fact of Breeze liking her. He had white fur and gorgeous blue eyes that no female could resist – except for Jacelyn, of course. She thought of Breeze as a friend, no more, no less. Other females had told her to go out with him – he had asked her before, but she always politely refused. The other females thought she was so lucky to have him like her!
"Sorry," Jacelyn replied quietly.
"Don't do that again," Breeze warned, his teeth glinting in the sunlight as he spoke.
"Yep," Jacelyn nodded, and then turned around to join her friends Oreo, Biscuit, Bandit and Janessa. Jacelyn sat next to Janessa and listened to Breeze.
"All right, everyone, you-" Breeze began, but was interrupted.
"No wonder you guys are called 'Outcasts" – no one likes you!!!" a light brown furred dog sneered. Behind him was a group of dogs. The group was known as the Psychic Mind. The Psychic Mind didn't consist of very nice dogs; most of them were bullies. The leader – the light brown furred dog – was called Tyrant. The members of the Psychic Mind were all strays, and no one knew how they got such terrible names. Many guessed that Tyrant would name them, some would name themselves – meaning give themselves a horrid name – and enter the group.
"Well," Breeze puffed out his chest, "If that's the case, you're not much better either. You do recall that you ripped apart another dog, don't you?"
"Don't act so proud, smarty," Tyrant spat. "I – my group – challenges you to a fight."
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STORY IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH.
Copyright Characters (in this story) That Are Mine
Humans: Thomas, Benjamin
Dogs/Wolves: Jacelyn, Dallas, Bandit, Janessa, Oreo, Biscuit, Breeze, Tyrant
A/N: When I say "years/months" I mean HUMAN years. Just thought I'd clarify that.
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Chapter Two
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Jacelyn felt a soft nudge, growled, and turned over. Then she felt the nudge again, only this time harder. She growled louder this time, but continued to doze off. Then she yelped and jumped up. She rubbed her shoulder with her muzzle. Dallas had bit her to get her to wake up. She wasn't pleased – not one bit. She showed her teeth to Dallas as a sign of frustration and what may await him. Dallas knew he was older than her, and not as fast and sharp as he used to be, and withdrew a little. But then he stepped forward. Jacelyn grumbled to herself.
"Come on, now. You know you don't dare to harm me," Dallas chuckled.
"I could if I wanted to," Jacelyn replied sharply, still mad at the fact Dallas had awoken her.
"Well, the Outcasts wanted to see you," Dallas said. He knew of the Outcasts as he used to be the Advisor (the puppies – who were now dogs - wanted him to be Advisor), but he resigned a while back. The Outcasts had been created when they decided they wanted a club of some sort, but not call it a club. So they thought up of the name "Outcasts" and so they were called that. Many dogs knew of the Outcasts, and some were even their enemies. Of course, the Outcasts evaded fights if they could. They never liked the idea of fighting all that much, but they threatened if need be.
"Oh! Yes! I forgot! There's supposed to be a meeting today!" Jacelyn exclaimed, and thanked Dallas for waking her up. She said "Bye" and left.
"Hey guys," Jacelyn panted. She had run all the way from her house to their usual meeting spot, and was tired and hot, despite the cold. She sat down and cooled off.
"You're late," Breeze, the leader, narrowed his eyes at Jacelyn. Breeze had a humongous crush on Jacelyn, and everyone knew it – even Jacelyn! She could not deny the fact of Breeze liking her. He had white fur and gorgeous blue eyes that no female could resist – except for Jacelyn, of course. She thought of Breeze as a friend, no more, no less. Other females had told her to go out with him – he had asked her before, but she always politely refused. The other females thought she was so lucky to have him like her!
"Sorry," Jacelyn replied quietly.
"Don't do that again," Breeze warned, his teeth glinting in the sunlight as he spoke.
"Yep," Jacelyn nodded, and then turned around to join her friends Oreo, Biscuit, Bandit and Janessa. Jacelyn sat next to Janessa and listened to Breeze.
"All right, everyone, you-" Breeze began, but was interrupted.
"No wonder you guys are called 'Outcasts" – no one likes you!!!" a light brown furred dog sneered. Behind him was a group of dogs. The group was known as the Psychic Mind. The Psychic Mind didn't consist of very nice dogs; most of them were bullies. The leader – the light brown furred dog – was called Tyrant. The members of the Psychic Mind were all strays, and no one knew how they got such terrible names. Many guessed that Tyrant would name them, some would name themselves – meaning give themselves a horrid name – and enter the group.
"Well," Breeze puffed out his chest, "If that's the case, you're not much better either. You do recall that you ripped apart another dog, don't you?"
"Don't act so proud, smarty," Tyrant spat. "I – my group – challenges you to a fight."
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