Post by babclayman on Sept 14, 2010 9:56:30 GMT -5
Hey, Pups! =3
Well, It's been a while since I've updated my "Markings Of A Menace" fic, so I figured to should not be Lazy and type it up.
This may be a slightly longer Chapter, and I think it may get a bit crowded, but then again, what you expect with Alot of Pups wishing to be in the Fic (You Pups, know who you are).
Also, For those whom are concerned on having difficulty reading this Chapter, I have attached a Downloadable version of this Chapter, with bigger spacing, possibly making it easier to read. X3
Still, I hope you Pups like the Chapter. *Hugs* X3
Enjoy. ;D
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Somewhere, Close to the old Bark Brigade Railway Cart, positioned to the rear end of the Barn and close to an opening to the Swamps, An Old Wagon stood. Its appearance was something to which you would find on the old Oregon Trails (and most likely hasn’t been used since then). It’s cloth covering was that which been stitched over a couple of times, with many patches of different colours stitched over where rips may have been.
Beneath it, Under the “Enter At Own Risk” sign by the opening, Three Canines laid. As predicted, Two of these Pups were Dalmatians, One of which wore a blue collar with his tail looking like it has been dipped in black paint, this one mainly seem to have the non-thinking look to him, as if he was away with the fairies.
The Second Dalmatian, Red Collar, A Frail and somewhat Weak looking kind of Pup. Beneath his eyes, small bags appeared beneath his fur, as if he was the type whom always had to get up during the night, possibly because of something he was hinting now, with the rapid and nervous twitches in which he seem to tremble in his rear half.
“Mooch!” the trembling pup spoke, in a nasal like voice, to a larger Grey Mongrel, sitting between the two Dalmatian Pups “Is it alright if I can be excused for a couple of minutes, I mean you don’t really seem to be doing anything at the moment and since we got some time on our Paws, could I….”
“We’re doing plenty, Wizzer!” Mooch, The Grey Mongrel, interrupted “We’re looking cool. We need to hold our reputation and we aren’t going to do that by you leaking about all over the place like a bucket with holes.”
“But, I really need…” Wizzers voice sounded more and more desperate by the words, Mooch however was more unsympathetic.
“You want to be cool or not!? Dipstick is able to do it…” Mooch eyed to the Blue Collared Pup, whom was following a butterfly which landed on his nose…
“Well, he barely knows what’s going on…” Wizzer sighed as his legs trembled more, however had a feeling, deep inside, that he would be able to get his own back if he held longer.
His Plans were however interrupted when the small amount of sunbeams coming in above them were blocked up.
All three Wagon Pups stared up, including Dipstick with the butterfly on his nose, as they noticed the group of Five Pups standing above them.
Wizzer had a guess on their names were (even the ones Mooch named them), there was Phillips Friend, Kit (Or “Fairy” as Mooch called him), Nuke (The ‘Bone’ with legs), Hesso (Medieval Lout), Kendra (Flint Mouth) & Her Partner & Friend to Kit, Clayton (Play Dough).
“What you losers want!?” Mooch snarled, sitting upwards staring to this crowd.
“Well, surely you should know!” Kendra spoke up as Kit slightly nodded to Wizzer (due to Phillip connections) “You’ve been doing it all over the place…”
As confused as Dipsticks face usually was, these comments seem to bring up a countenance of confusion, so seldom to be seen in a pup, even for Dipstick: “Er---Did we do something Mooch?” he asked as Mooch stood up and approached the group.
“Don’t pay any attention…” Was the response he got “I doubt these Capons even know what they’re talking about themselves…”
“Oh, Really!?” Clayton stood up “So, I guess you wouldn’t mind, if we asked you to come with us to the Bushes?”
“We may need…Dipstick and…Wizzer…” Hesso paused, since he was unfamiliar with the names-However this did cause Wizzer to eye up, excitedly.
“What? Why?” Mooch held back any positive thought of relief Wizzer may have been feeling.
“Just get there…” Kendra sighed.
“Mooch…” Wizzer hushed “I really think you should do as they say…” his legs twitched more.
Mooch however ignored and continued: “What if I don’t?”
“Then I am afraid, we may need to have Nuke give you some of his Radiation…” Clayton gave a stare.
“You canines probably don’t want to experience that…” Kit paused for a moment and continued “Many Damsel and sometimes unfortunate fellers have had some contaminations at some occasions too…”
Nuke gave an aroused Physiognomy, as he usually did, along with giving the exclamation of: “RAWR!”
Again, as he usually did.
Mooch, Wizzer & (After some of the high thinking he’s done in a while) Dipstick’s jaws seem to drop at this statement, so far that it actually made contact with the ground.
Wizzer himself then blinked and noticed how his legs didn’t seem to twitch, yet everything seem to feel wet around the same area too.
Mooch however stepped more, galloping to where this group seem to point, along with some sogginess dripping from Wizzer's side of him: “Alright! Alright!” He yelped “Wizzer, Dipstick! Get here, Now!”
Wizzer & Dipstick did as their Gang Leader ordered and stood up like drones, following behind him, as the trio followed the Quintet of Pups towards The row of Bushes, close to the large Scarlett Silo Tower (or “The Chow Tower” as called by some).
A small Female Pup, a similar breed to a majority of Pups there had just been, emerged with a squeeze from one of the opening cracks in the Barn Rear Wall (If she didn’t know how Toothpaste feels before, she did now) and glanced to a now empty scene.
This one seem to match a Grey Like collar about her Neck and most notably a Large, Skull Pattern, Beanie on top of her head, Across her Left eye was a Spot Mark, which bared uncanny resemblance to A Pirates Treasure Cross, ironically to fit on a Cross Bone Pattern, Upon one of her Black Ears.
She tilted her head as she eased her way through the back wheel of the, now deserted, wagon and followed, stealth like, behind, Keeping a close mark on the Grey Hostage in front.
As Clayton, Kendra, Kit, Hesso & Nuke eventually got Mooch’s Gang to a Bush close to the Silo, Wizzer was immediately dragged towards it, via Kendra, plus a light hearted nudge from Kit, where Clayton & Hesso stood over Nuke, to which was in a pose ready to sniff.
“Could you please Mark your space on here please?” Hesso requested eyeing over Wizzer’s Somewhat Frail Pup Body, yet at that request, seem to have his Face light up with a sense of Salvation, within the Bladder Pups eyes.
Mooch however intervened again before Wizzer could relieve himself: “Now, Wait one Minute!” he growled “You mean you dragged us here, threatening us with that ‘Bone with Legs’, just because you want us to take a Dump!?”
“If you really must know…” Kendra glanced from Wizzer “Somebody here has been marking their stench over everybody’s grounds…and since your Gang are the main reasoning of most trouble here…”
“You’ve been listening to that ‘Midget Mutt’ too much!” Mooch retaliated, referring to Lucky, another, if not most known, Pup on the Farm “I don’t know what he’s been telling you, but no one accuses my Gang of something so childish…Even with Wizzer’s absent minded bladder…No way, we’re marking this place…”
Wizzer’s ears drooped at that comment.
“If you fail to Cooperate, that makes you a likely suspect…” Clayton spoke “We’re not trying to get judgements, but you’re making yourself look quite guilty at this current moment…”
“So, Mooch is guilty for this!”
The large crowd turned to see a building swarm of (As guess) Dalmatian Pups standing before them.
Within the centre, there were three Pups leading this mob. One of which scored a Red Collar, with Black ears and a Horseshoe Pattern of Spots on his back, This of course was the Pup known as Lucky.
To one of his sides, there was a smaller female, possibly the smallest on the Farm, despite her larger head and ears. Like most Farms, within a Litter of Pigs, The runt of it is usually called ‘Cadpig’ to which this Runt Pup was known.
To the other side, was a quite Plump Pup, with some flab pushing against or rolling over his azure collar, just like the flab over his collar, this was a Pup, known by most, as Rolly.
“What you Mutts doing here!?” Mooch gave a snarl to this gathering
“Should have know you be responsible for this Marking Plot…” Rolly snarled in return.
“You too!?” Clayton eyed.
“Not just us, Mooch has got everybody!” Lucky spoke in his Rasp voice.
“Like whom?” Nuke peeped up “He’s already got our spots…” The Pups eyes circled the group he was currently in.
“Well, First not only does he mark my spot, but also digs up my favourite bone collection under it!” Lucky began.
“And then marked my spot by the Food Trough!” Rolly pointed to the Silo close by.
“And that’s just to tip of the Ice Berg.” Cadpig nodded and pawed to the swarm of Pups behind…
There was a Pup with similar presence to Rolly, however with darker ears and a Mauve collar with a Pup sobbing into his side, this second one was similar to Kit in build and even sported a Blue Collar, however had black ears like Lucky, seemed less feminine and had no patch of fur around the eye.
The larger of the two attempting calming the smaller one.
“Come on, Joey…It’s not only you, My place in the Flower pot near the Coat Rack has been effect, as has Tippy’s one by Nanny’s Garden…”
“It’s easy for you to say, Belchic!” This Joey shrieked through sobs “You didn’t bury your territory! I Take Special precaution of making sure, no one could mark over it and THIS Is what it pays to!?”
Mooch became more and more impatient of being deemed the guilty one: “What’s this? A ‘Cluedo’ Reunion Party!? I didn’t do it!” he shouted aloud.
Kit’s expression seem to start showing signs of fear and claustrophobia, which was rare to see in his usual Low Key look, As the crowd and speaking piled up to which only got worse when a Beanie Wearing Pup, Cadpig’s size, popped in.
“What’s all the Hubba!?” she seem to say as Kit broke down and massaged his temples, clicking some sort of foreign music to himself, through his Muzzle.
As Clayton gazed down at Kit, Kendra stared to the beanie one “Hey, Nemo…Territory marked too?”
Nemo stared confused at this question and her eyes peered about like a game of ‘Pong’ “Errr…No…What’s brought that type of question? Oh, Hey Mooch, How are…”
Nemo’s attempted conversation was cut short when Clayton answered her question.
“We’ll everyone seems to have their territory marked all over the place…Mooch is our prime suspect and we’re checking with his Gang to see if it is them…” Clayton then sighed and attempted to comfort Kit, similar to how Belchic was with Joey. “So far, none of them have been able to do their mark with all these interruptions…”
“Well, That hasn’t stopped Wizzer…” Hesso gave a nudge to Clayton and pointed the damp grass forming under Wizzer.
Nuke instantly zipped to Wizzer's underside and started sniffing.
“Hmm…No trace of Wizzer in the Mystery Marker…” Nuke nodded up.
All the Non-Suspect Pups leaned down, sniffing with Nuke. Mooch however face palmed.
“Okay, good point…” Rolly said with one of the best noses known in Dogdom “Once you spend the first couple weeks of your life sleeping in the same basket as Wizzer, you begin to recognise it without even trying…”
“Should we try the others now then?” Cadpig asked “That is of course; unless Mooch LIKES to have a little bit of Cadpig Karma on him…He may need heavy medical attention though…” The expression on her muzzle seem to show the phase of a sinister smirk.
“Don’t even think about it…” Nemo darted with a snarl to Cadpig.
“That wouldn’t be needed. You should have come to me…” Rolly proudly stood up “The scent was that of a moist fur, brown…or is it white…a mix between to two, an androgynous smell…” Rolly then enlightened “Oh! And there was a tip of Spiked Milfoil.
Mooch then widened his eyes beneath his Paw, palmed on his face, he spoke up with a sudden change of attitude “Wait…Did you say, Androgynous with a tint of Milfoil?”
“Well…yeah…” Rolly responded “But anyone can get like that when they look about Hiccup Hole…”
“Ah Ha!” Mooch smirked triumphant “I’ll prove to you Simpletons, That I’m innocent!”
“How can we tell that you’re not just Lying!?” Belchic asking, kicking the dirt as he stood up.
“You’re just going to have to take my word for it!” Mooch nodded “Now, tell me, where is one of these Marked Spots?” he asked.
Clayton raised his paw, Cautiously aiming it to the Vine, running up the House.
Mooch sniffed along this path, examining any case in which hasn’t been sprayed over and then the area that has: “Ah Ha! I think I know where this is…”
“Mooch thinking, that’s a laugh!” Belchic murmured sarcastically again, only to get Nemo to glance, in an angered expression, in his direction.
Mooch however continued “I recognised something to a similar smell as I digging up some Saps Bone yesterday…” he explained “Close to where the Vines barb across the Path near that Pond…”
“But no one goes there…” Joey spoke “At least, I don’t anyway…”
“Well, There are tons of us here…” Kendra spoke “So someone has got to have checked in that direction.”
“We might as well, take Mooch’s word for it and let him show us then…” Clayton shrugged.
Hesso nodded as well “I think he’s already setting off anyway…” he pointed to Mooch, his nose pressed firm on the ground, heading to the Forest Regions…
“Wizzer! Dipstick!” He called “You stay here with your Damp grounds while I show these Runts something that even Dipstick can figure out!”
Dipstick gave a smug smile at that call, failing to see the semi-insult.
“Rolly!” Lucky said “You sniff along with Mooch; we can trust your nose better than His!”
“Yeah, And if he truly is leading us into a trap, we can use you to hold him down as we make Mince Meat out of him...WON’T THIS BE FUN!?” Cadpig smiled widely, in a manner which would disturb most Pups on many occasions.
Lucky, Rolly & Cadpig began heading on Mooch's tracks, quickly followed by, Clayton, Kendra, Kit, Hesso & Nuke, Then came Joey, then Belchic, before Nemo was the Pup standing on her own.
She sighed at her mission in vain to speak to this Mongrel known as Mooch, however began following after the large swarm of Pups, awaiting to see what this recon would turn up.
To Be Continued...
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Clayton & Kendra (C) Me (Babclayman) X3
Kit (C) Kit
Hesso (C) Hesso
Nuke (C) Nuke
Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig (C) Dodie Smith
Mooch, Wizzer, Dipstick (C) Disney
Belchic & Joey (C) Belchic
Nemo (C) Nemo
Others Mentioned (C) Their Respected Owners
I got some of Chapter 3, written in Draft already, I may need to type it up soon. X3
I hope you like this Chapter and I'll see what I can post on Chapter 3, soon. X3[/i]
Well, It's been a while since I've updated my "Markings Of A Menace" fic, so I figured to should not be Lazy and type it up.
This may be a slightly longer Chapter, and I think it may get a bit crowded, but then again, what you expect with Alot of Pups wishing to be in the Fic (You Pups, know who you are).
Also, For those whom are concerned on having difficulty reading this Chapter, I have attached a Downloadable version of this Chapter, with bigger spacing, possibly making it easier to read. X3
Still, I hope you Pups like the Chapter. *Hugs* X3
Enjoy. ;D
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Somewhere, Close to the old Bark Brigade Railway Cart, positioned to the rear end of the Barn and close to an opening to the Swamps, An Old Wagon stood. Its appearance was something to which you would find on the old Oregon Trails (and most likely hasn’t been used since then). It’s cloth covering was that which been stitched over a couple of times, with many patches of different colours stitched over where rips may have been.
Beneath it, Under the “Enter At Own Risk” sign by the opening, Three Canines laid. As predicted, Two of these Pups were Dalmatians, One of which wore a blue collar with his tail looking like it has been dipped in black paint, this one mainly seem to have the non-thinking look to him, as if he was away with the fairies.
The Second Dalmatian, Red Collar, A Frail and somewhat Weak looking kind of Pup. Beneath his eyes, small bags appeared beneath his fur, as if he was the type whom always had to get up during the night, possibly because of something he was hinting now, with the rapid and nervous twitches in which he seem to tremble in his rear half.
“Mooch!” the trembling pup spoke, in a nasal like voice, to a larger Grey Mongrel, sitting between the two Dalmatian Pups “Is it alright if I can be excused for a couple of minutes, I mean you don’t really seem to be doing anything at the moment and since we got some time on our Paws, could I….”
“We’re doing plenty, Wizzer!” Mooch, The Grey Mongrel, interrupted “We’re looking cool. We need to hold our reputation and we aren’t going to do that by you leaking about all over the place like a bucket with holes.”
“But, I really need…” Wizzers voice sounded more and more desperate by the words, Mooch however was more unsympathetic.
“You want to be cool or not!? Dipstick is able to do it…” Mooch eyed to the Blue Collared Pup, whom was following a butterfly which landed on his nose…
“Well, he barely knows what’s going on…” Wizzer sighed as his legs trembled more, however had a feeling, deep inside, that he would be able to get his own back if he held longer.
His Plans were however interrupted when the small amount of sunbeams coming in above them were blocked up.
All three Wagon Pups stared up, including Dipstick with the butterfly on his nose, as they noticed the group of Five Pups standing above them.
Wizzer had a guess on their names were (even the ones Mooch named them), there was Phillips Friend, Kit (Or “Fairy” as Mooch called him), Nuke (The ‘Bone’ with legs), Hesso (Medieval Lout), Kendra (Flint Mouth) & Her Partner & Friend to Kit, Clayton (Play Dough).
“What you losers want!?” Mooch snarled, sitting upwards staring to this crowd.
“Well, surely you should know!” Kendra spoke up as Kit slightly nodded to Wizzer (due to Phillip connections) “You’ve been doing it all over the place…”
As confused as Dipsticks face usually was, these comments seem to bring up a countenance of confusion, so seldom to be seen in a pup, even for Dipstick: “Er---Did we do something Mooch?” he asked as Mooch stood up and approached the group.
“Don’t pay any attention…” Was the response he got “I doubt these Capons even know what they’re talking about themselves…”
“Oh, Really!?” Clayton stood up “So, I guess you wouldn’t mind, if we asked you to come with us to the Bushes?”
“We may need…Dipstick and…Wizzer…” Hesso paused, since he was unfamiliar with the names-However this did cause Wizzer to eye up, excitedly.
“What? Why?” Mooch held back any positive thought of relief Wizzer may have been feeling.
“Just get there…” Kendra sighed.
“Mooch…” Wizzer hushed “I really think you should do as they say…” his legs twitched more.
Mooch however ignored and continued: “What if I don’t?”
“Then I am afraid, we may need to have Nuke give you some of his Radiation…” Clayton gave a stare.
“You canines probably don’t want to experience that…” Kit paused for a moment and continued “Many Damsel and sometimes unfortunate fellers have had some contaminations at some occasions too…”
Nuke gave an aroused Physiognomy, as he usually did, along with giving the exclamation of: “RAWR!”
Again, as he usually did.
Mooch, Wizzer & (After some of the high thinking he’s done in a while) Dipstick’s jaws seem to drop at this statement, so far that it actually made contact with the ground.
Wizzer himself then blinked and noticed how his legs didn’t seem to twitch, yet everything seem to feel wet around the same area too.
Mooch however stepped more, galloping to where this group seem to point, along with some sogginess dripping from Wizzer's side of him: “Alright! Alright!” He yelped “Wizzer, Dipstick! Get here, Now!”
Wizzer & Dipstick did as their Gang Leader ordered and stood up like drones, following behind him, as the trio followed the Quintet of Pups towards The row of Bushes, close to the large Scarlett Silo Tower (or “The Chow Tower” as called by some).
A small Female Pup, a similar breed to a majority of Pups there had just been, emerged with a squeeze from one of the opening cracks in the Barn Rear Wall (If she didn’t know how Toothpaste feels before, she did now) and glanced to a now empty scene.
This one seem to match a Grey Like collar about her Neck and most notably a Large, Skull Pattern, Beanie on top of her head, Across her Left eye was a Spot Mark, which bared uncanny resemblance to A Pirates Treasure Cross, ironically to fit on a Cross Bone Pattern, Upon one of her Black Ears.
She tilted her head as she eased her way through the back wheel of the, now deserted, wagon and followed, stealth like, behind, Keeping a close mark on the Grey Hostage in front.
As Clayton, Kendra, Kit, Hesso & Nuke eventually got Mooch’s Gang to a Bush close to the Silo, Wizzer was immediately dragged towards it, via Kendra, plus a light hearted nudge from Kit, where Clayton & Hesso stood over Nuke, to which was in a pose ready to sniff.
“Could you please Mark your space on here please?” Hesso requested eyeing over Wizzer’s Somewhat Frail Pup Body, yet at that request, seem to have his Face light up with a sense of Salvation, within the Bladder Pups eyes.
Mooch however intervened again before Wizzer could relieve himself: “Now, Wait one Minute!” he growled “You mean you dragged us here, threatening us with that ‘Bone with Legs’, just because you want us to take a Dump!?”
“If you really must know…” Kendra glanced from Wizzer “Somebody here has been marking their stench over everybody’s grounds…and since your Gang are the main reasoning of most trouble here…”
“You’ve been listening to that ‘Midget Mutt’ too much!” Mooch retaliated, referring to Lucky, another, if not most known, Pup on the Farm “I don’t know what he’s been telling you, but no one accuses my Gang of something so childish…Even with Wizzer’s absent minded bladder…No way, we’re marking this place…”
Wizzer’s ears drooped at that comment.
“If you fail to Cooperate, that makes you a likely suspect…” Clayton spoke “We’re not trying to get judgements, but you’re making yourself look quite guilty at this current moment…”
“So, Mooch is guilty for this!”
The large crowd turned to see a building swarm of (As guess) Dalmatian Pups standing before them.
Within the centre, there were three Pups leading this mob. One of which scored a Red Collar, with Black ears and a Horseshoe Pattern of Spots on his back, This of course was the Pup known as Lucky.
To one of his sides, there was a smaller female, possibly the smallest on the Farm, despite her larger head and ears. Like most Farms, within a Litter of Pigs, The runt of it is usually called ‘Cadpig’ to which this Runt Pup was known.
To the other side, was a quite Plump Pup, with some flab pushing against or rolling over his azure collar, just like the flab over his collar, this was a Pup, known by most, as Rolly.
“What you Mutts doing here!?” Mooch gave a snarl to this gathering
“Should have know you be responsible for this Marking Plot…” Rolly snarled in return.
“You too!?” Clayton eyed.
“Not just us, Mooch has got everybody!” Lucky spoke in his Rasp voice.
“Like whom?” Nuke peeped up “He’s already got our spots…” The Pups eyes circled the group he was currently in.
“Well, First not only does he mark my spot, but also digs up my favourite bone collection under it!” Lucky began.
“And then marked my spot by the Food Trough!” Rolly pointed to the Silo close by.
“And that’s just to tip of the Ice Berg.” Cadpig nodded and pawed to the swarm of Pups behind…
There was a Pup with similar presence to Rolly, however with darker ears and a Mauve collar with a Pup sobbing into his side, this second one was similar to Kit in build and even sported a Blue Collar, however had black ears like Lucky, seemed less feminine and had no patch of fur around the eye.
The larger of the two attempting calming the smaller one.
“Come on, Joey…It’s not only you, My place in the Flower pot near the Coat Rack has been effect, as has Tippy’s one by Nanny’s Garden…”
“It’s easy for you to say, Belchic!” This Joey shrieked through sobs “You didn’t bury your territory! I Take Special precaution of making sure, no one could mark over it and THIS Is what it pays to!?”
Mooch became more and more impatient of being deemed the guilty one: “What’s this? A ‘Cluedo’ Reunion Party!? I didn’t do it!” he shouted aloud.
Kit’s expression seem to start showing signs of fear and claustrophobia, which was rare to see in his usual Low Key look, As the crowd and speaking piled up to which only got worse when a Beanie Wearing Pup, Cadpig’s size, popped in.
“What’s all the Hubba!?” she seem to say as Kit broke down and massaged his temples, clicking some sort of foreign music to himself, through his Muzzle.
As Clayton gazed down at Kit, Kendra stared to the beanie one “Hey, Nemo…Territory marked too?”
Nemo stared confused at this question and her eyes peered about like a game of ‘Pong’ “Errr…No…What’s brought that type of question? Oh, Hey Mooch, How are…”
Nemo’s attempted conversation was cut short when Clayton answered her question.
“We’ll everyone seems to have their territory marked all over the place…Mooch is our prime suspect and we’re checking with his Gang to see if it is them…” Clayton then sighed and attempted to comfort Kit, similar to how Belchic was with Joey. “So far, none of them have been able to do their mark with all these interruptions…”
“Well, That hasn’t stopped Wizzer…” Hesso gave a nudge to Clayton and pointed the damp grass forming under Wizzer.
Nuke instantly zipped to Wizzer's underside and started sniffing.
“Hmm…No trace of Wizzer in the Mystery Marker…” Nuke nodded up.
All the Non-Suspect Pups leaned down, sniffing with Nuke. Mooch however face palmed.
“Okay, good point…” Rolly said with one of the best noses known in Dogdom “Once you spend the first couple weeks of your life sleeping in the same basket as Wizzer, you begin to recognise it without even trying…”
“Should we try the others now then?” Cadpig asked “That is of course; unless Mooch LIKES to have a little bit of Cadpig Karma on him…He may need heavy medical attention though…” The expression on her muzzle seem to show the phase of a sinister smirk.
“Don’t even think about it…” Nemo darted with a snarl to Cadpig.
“That wouldn’t be needed. You should have come to me…” Rolly proudly stood up “The scent was that of a moist fur, brown…or is it white…a mix between to two, an androgynous smell…” Rolly then enlightened “Oh! And there was a tip of Spiked Milfoil.
Mooch then widened his eyes beneath his Paw, palmed on his face, he spoke up with a sudden change of attitude “Wait…Did you say, Androgynous with a tint of Milfoil?”
“Well…yeah…” Rolly responded “But anyone can get like that when they look about Hiccup Hole…”
“Ah Ha!” Mooch smirked triumphant “I’ll prove to you Simpletons, That I’m innocent!”
“How can we tell that you’re not just Lying!?” Belchic asking, kicking the dirt as he stood up.
“You’re just going to have to take my word for it!” Mooch nodded “Now, tell me, where is one of these Marked Spots?” he asked.
Clayton raised his paw, Cautiously aiming it to the Vine, running up the House.
Mooch sniffed along this path, examining any case in which hasn’t been sprayed over and then the area that has: “Ah Ha! I think I know where this is…”
“Mooch thinking, that’s a laugh!” Belchic murmured sarcastically again, only to get Nemo to glance, in an angered expression, in his direction.
Mooch however continued “I recognised something to a similar smell as I digging up some Saps Bone yesterday…” he explained “Close to where the Vines barb across the Path near that Pond…”
“But no one goes there…” Joey spoke “At least, I don’t anyway…”
“Well, There are tons of us here…” Kendra spoke “So someone has got to have checked in that direction.”
“We might as well, take Mooch’s word for it and let him show us then…” Clayton shrugged.
Hesso nodded as well “I think he’s already setting off anyway…” he pointed to Mooch, his nose pressed firm on the ground, heading to the Forest Regions…
“Wizzer! Dipstick!” He called “You stay here with your Damp grounds while I show these Runts something that even Dipstick can figure out!”
Dipstick gave a smug smile at that call, failing to see the semi-insult.
“Rolly!” Lucky said “You sniff along with Mooch; we can trust your nose better than His!”
“Yeah, And if he truly is leading us into a trap, we can use you to hold him down as we make Mince Meat out of him...WON’T THIS BE FUN!?” Cadpig smiled widely, in a manner which would disturb most Pups on many occasions.
Lucky, Rolly & Cadpig began heading on Mooch's tracks, quickly followed by, Clayton, Kendra, Kit, Hesso & Nuke, Then came Joey, then Belchic, before Nemo was the Pup standing on her own.
She sighed at her mission in vain to speak to this Mongrel known as Mooch, however began following after the large swarm of Pups, awaiting to see what this recon would turn up.
To Be Continued...
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Clayton & Kendra (C) Me (Babclayman) X3
Kit (C) Kit
Hesso (C) Hesso
Nuke (C) Nuke
Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig (C) Dodie Smith
Mooch, Wizzer, Dipstick (C) Disney
Belchic & Joey (C) Belchic
Nemo (C) Nemo
Others Mentioned (C) Their Respected Owners
I got some of Chapter 3, written in Draft already, I may need to type it up soon. X3
I hope you like this Chapter and I'll see what I can post on Chapter 3, soon. X3[/i]