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Wolflover2218: Alright. I'm working on it right now. Just btw, in my stories, I don't ship Marshall and Everest. I ship Everest with Rubble. Just letting you know.
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A/N: Yay! 45 good reviews! Thank you so much guys!
Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol.
After saying goodbye, Crescent stepped out of Sasha's den and headed west towards her own. She walked fairly slowly, taking her time and enjoying the scenary. She was trying to get her mind off things. On the way, she passed the river, and images of herself and Zuma pushed their way into her mind. She shook her head to clear it. "Crescent. You worry too much." She snarled at herself nd flopped down beside the water. She sighed and peered down into the crystal blue water, watching the minnows swim below the surface. She couldn't help but remember when she had taught Zuma how to fish. It had been in this very place. She growled and dipped her muzzle into the water, sucking it into her mouth. When she drank her fill, she stood back up and shook the droplets of water off her muzzle. Then she headed back west.
As she was walking, she got an idea. There's no way I'm going to be able to sleep right now, so why not explore some of the forest that I haven't yet? She thought. After a moment of deciding, she swerved off her trail and headed south, towords the uncharted territory.
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Crescent trotted through the thick undergrowth, taking in the unfamilliar scenary. There were tall trees with vines and moss growing form them and multi-colored flowers growing from every corner. It was quite relaxing actually, and helped her think about things. Exploring was one of her favorite things to do.
Why haven't I gone over here before? This place is beautiful! Crescent thought. She walked aimlessly for awhile. Taking in the beauty and marking trees so she could find her way back out. After a bit, she came to a dead end. It was a rock wall. As if on cue, images of Zuma being attacked by coyotes flashed into her mind. She saw herself fighting them off and eard Zuma's screams of pain as the coyotes ripped into him. She couldn't take it anymore. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it!" Crescent screamed and raced away blindly. She ran and ran until she slammed into a boulder. She fell back onto her butt and rubbed her aching muzzle. "Owwwww." She groaned and opened her eyes. She saw that the boulder was like a ladder that led up to a trail on the wall. Crescent looked at it with curiosity. It led up and up, so far that she couldn't see the top. Crescent shook her head and lept up onto the boulder. She felt a sharp pain in her left front paw when she tried to stand on it. "Yowch!" She yelped and began to limp up the trail. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." She groaned as she managed to hobble farther and farther up. When she was about half way up, she saw a crack in the rock face just wide enough for a person to squeese through. Curious, she limped over to the enterance and peered through. She took a deep breath and picked up the scent of a human, but it was very faint. Two weeks old by the smell of it. "Hello? Anyone there?" Crescent called. No reply came. Crescent shrugged and stepped inside. It was very dark, but it was no problem for her. Her wolf genes provided her with excelent night vision. She sniffed around for a few minutes before her nose bumped somthing. She then sniffed it. It had many of the same smells on it that Misty had on her when Crescent would visit her. A backpack. She remembered Misty telling her that.
Crescent stood up and whacked the backpack with her paw. It skidd accross the cold stone floor a few feet and then stopped. Crescent walked up to it and pawed at it. She managed to lift the flap up and a bunch of smaller items fell out. The largest one was a long stick thing with a hunk of metal near the top. The metal was sharpened on either side and it was heavy. Crescent remembered Rocky telling her that it was called a pickaxe when she had told him that she dreamed of becoming a miner one day.
She cautiously picked the pick axe up in her mouth and struggled to get a grip on it. But it was too heavy and she fell over, the pick axe flying out of her mouth. It hit a large rock and broke it, causing all the rocks on top of it to fall down in a rockslide, blocking the enterance. Crescent sat up and flattened her ears. "Uh oh." She whimpered. "Whelp. Guess I have no choise." She muttered. Then she slipped the backpack on her back, grabbed the pickaxe, and headed farther into the cave.
A/N: Yay! It wasn't short this time!
So yeah. Hope you enjoyed this chappie.
Sianii out!
Peace!