Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol. Just Crescent.
Crescent's POV
I watched with a smug look on my face as Ryder dragged that stupid furball away. And her whimpering and crying only made it more enjoyable.
She turned back to looka at me and I smiled wider and waved as Ryder tossed her in a dog carrier before loading her on his ATV and driving off. That should teach her a thing or two about wolves.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm not full wolf. But oh well. She doesn't know that. And I plan to keep it that way.
My plan worked perfectly. It was just about noon. And that's when Ryder comes out to feed us. I knew that he'd do something about it if he saw us fighting. I just had to play my cards right. And it worked. Perfectly.
But seriously. Telling him that she had no owner. I mean COME ON! How bee-brained could a pup be? That's idiotic even for a sheperd! But hey, it played to my advantage. So I don't really give a crap.
After I was sure they were long gone, I gave my pelt a swift shake and climbed up my tree, settling down on a sturdy branch.
"I totally whipped that usless excuse for a flea-pelt." I muttered to myself as I wrapped my tail around the branch and leaned off, leaving me anging on the branch by my tail. I know. It's weird. You wanna challange me about it? Fine. But I'm telling you. There's a 99.9999999999 percent chance you won't win. Trust me on this one.
I yawned sleepily and looked around. All thee pups had left shortly after the fight, Chase saying they were going to the beach. I was the only one here. But oh well.
I looked up at the sky, wondering if my father had seen what I'd done. After the day he died, I vowed never to let another sheperd cross my path. And if they did, they'd regret it.
I know it's a little petty, but hey. They're all the same. Ruthless, viscious cloud-brains who want nothing more then to rule the world. All the shepherds I've met have been that way. And I won't beleive anything different until they prove themselves.
Same goes for this one.
"Did you see the look on her stupid face, dad?" I whispered, not really caring if he heard me. "I hope you did. It was priceless. I promise. I'll not let her get away with this. I promise..." I trailed off as the warm sunlight lulled me off to sleep.
I found myself in a lifeless grassy feild. The same place where Ranger had always visited me before. I looked around and tasted the air, searching for any trace of his scent. "Ranger?" I called out. My voice sounded muffled and fuzzy, and it echoed. Strange. It's never done that before. "Ranger! Dad?" I called again, beginning to worry. "Dad!"
There's no reply.
Suddenly, the ground vanishes under my paws. I let out a yelp of terror and squeesed my eyes shut as I plunged into a void of darkness. The sky became no more than a tiny speck of blue as I fell. Down down down. Into nothingness.
Then, as quickly as it vanished, th ground reappeared and I landed with a dull thud. Pain shot through my a body and I opened my eyes with a gasp of shock. My eyes widened as I saw Maddie standing over me, jaws open and snarling as she prepared to sink her fangs into my neck.
She lunged and bit down. I tried to fight back, but my paws refused to move. I felt blood seeping from the wound in my neck, bleeding my life out into the dirt. Maddie unclamped her fangs and smirked before getting off me and turning away. She kicked a few pawfuls of dirt over my dying form before running off.
Right before I blacked put completely, I heard Ranger's voice in my ear.
"Not all enimies are truly evil, Crescent. Things aren't always what they seem."
I wanted to ask him what he meant, but he was already gone. I closed my eyes and and took in my final breath, waiting for the cold grip of the grim reaper.