The UnderGround

==Prologue ==
Twilight shone through the trees as the moon rise. Two dogs faced off, their teeth bared. The first dog, a skinny grey one, lunged at the second dog, who was a short tan dog.
"Give up. It's useless, pup. Me and Bell will claim this land as our own, and wipe the rest of you out. " He pushed the tan dog over.
"Heh. You think i'm easily defeated? Well, you are......wrong" The tan dog said with doubt in his voice. A third dog emerged from the shadows, moonlight bathing its pelt.
The dog had a pure black pelt, almost invisible expect for its burning yellow eyes. It had a collar hanging around its neck, with a small tag and a bell.
"Ah Bell. I see you have arrived. Shall we attack this pup?" The first dog asked Bell.
"Sure fine, whatever. "Bell snarled with a grainy voice. They lunged at the tan dog, prepared to win.
==Chapter One==
"....And that's why you shouldn't cross the road by yourself. Understand? Good." Mother nagged, wanting to make sure her pups were safe.
Butch grunted. He knew wasn't suppose to cross the road, but why? "Why can't we cross?" Mother rolled her eyes.
"Idiot. If you were listening..." Reaper started to lecture, making Butch growl.
The sun eventually sunk down in the distant mountains, making long shadows appear on the ground. Long paws called their dogs in, cats climbed fences. For Butch, Reaper, and Mother, they went into a shed.
The moon rose high that night. Bits of moonlight shone through the cracks in the shed, and Reaper and Butch laid in them.
"You two better be going to sleep soon." Mother suggested, curled up in a ball.
"Yeah...sure."Butch responded and shushed Reaper before he could answer.
They waited a while until they heard soft, steady breaths from Mother. Then Butch ran over and gently creaked the door.
"What are yo-" Butch slammed the door in Reaper's face before he could finish. Butch ran out of the shed, feeling the moonlight fall down on him. He let out a howl, as he had seen other dogs do before.
"Butch, what are you doing?!" Reaper whisper-screamed.
"I'm exploring. Can't you see the beatiful moon? It's in a ball shape! If we get back fast enough, Mother won't know!"
Reaper rolled his eyes. "No. I'm not getting in trouble, i'm not getting lost, i'm not going with you, 'cuz you're a fleabag!" 
Category:Multi-Species
Category:Unfinished Stories