Hey guys, Charisma here! Just wanted to let you guys know this is my first story ever. Hopefully I can actually write a good story that you guys will enjoy. I'm hoping I'll be able to upload a chapter or so regularly, so as to keep it fresh. This story will be a PAW Patrol story, if you didn't catch that already, and will be based off the episode "Pups save a Werepup", but won't necessarily be the same in every respect (like the fact that Rocky goes to the river initially to get a drink instead of to wash his face of marshmallow). It'll focus on all the current PAW Patrol members (except Rex and the Twins.) This was written after Moto Pups was released, so Wildcat will be included somewhere as well. I will be adding my own OCs as well into the mix. Enjoy! (Also, if you guys don't mind, it'd be great if you'd review my first chapter of Rocky Gone Rogue so I can further improve my writing and make it more enjoyable for you readers. If you don't like it, please don't flame. Now on with the show!)
Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol.

Chapter 1 - Firelight Tales

It was a calm, quiet evening on Jake's Mountain. Everypup was sitting round the campfire, eating marshmellows, singing campfire songs, and telling spooky stories. Uncle Otis was telling some story about one of his hunting trips, but only Ryder, Zuma, and Chase were listening. Marshall has his maw deep inside a marshmellow bag, busily eating up the remaining sugary treats left inside. Rubble and Skye fell asleep waiting for their marshmellows. And Rocky was roasting the few marshmellows he managed to snag before Marshall gobbled them all up.

"I'm so thirsty", thought Rocky as he continued to roast the marshmellows, staring into the fire and fighting the earge to lay down and sleep. "I think I'll just stop by the river a little ways away. It won't matter if I leave just for 10 minutes. They can wait for their food." And with that he trotted off to a clearing about 50 metres away to the river side.

Meanwhile, Uncle Otis had finished his "fascinating" story about his giant whale catch off the coast of Iceland. Ryder noticed that Rocky was gone, but didn't take much thought to it, thinking he was probably doing his business or heading off to bed. Uncle Otis then began to tell a much more fascinating story that got everyone's attention.

"I remember my grandpa telling me of the tale of the werepup," He said, earning the attention of the six remaining pups.

"W-w-werepup?! W-what werepup? And whats a w-werepup?" said Rubble, always the first to believe in ghosts and ghouls. he was easily spooked.

"Werepups aren't real, Rubble," said Chase, who was always the first to dismiss the idea of phantom happenings and beings, "They simply can't. Do you have any proof they exist, Uncle Otis?"

"W-well, ... no, but I've heard that many other people have told me that they have seen a werepup. They only come out at night, and then only on a full moon.

"That sounds pwetty cool, dude," said Zuma, his speech impediment apparent in the "pretty."

"It is 'pretty cool' Zuma! Anypup can turn into a werepup, and if you do, the only way to turn back into your regular puppy self is to sniff a sunflower."

"Whoa!" said everyone, including Ryder.

"But, Uncle Otis, how do you even turn into a werepup in the first place?" asked Skye, curiosity gleaming in her soft pink eyes.

"Good question, Skye. The only way to turn into a werepup is to stand in a pool of water that reflects the full moon. Obviously, no one-"

"Rocky!" screamed Rubble, already running towards the clearing. The other pups looked where he was running, and quickly understood. Rocky looked confused and panicked. He had been listening to Uncle Otis' story, not taking much notice of what he was saying and whether or not it applied to him.

It very much did. Rocky had gone to the river and had taken a sip of the water from the dry riverside. But after finding out the small eddies swirling around the riverbed were disgusting due to the algae growing there, he found that the only way to get actually good tasting water was to wade into the middle of the slow-flowing river. Disgruntled, Rocky had walked into the middle of the river. But now that Rubble was screaming at him and everyone was staring at him wide-eyed, he didn't know what to do or what was wrong.

"The- river!" screamed Rubble, who was almost out of breath. "Get out- of the- river!"
It was then that Rocky looked down at the harmless waters of the river, concerned if there was some sort of fish he was unaware of. But as soon as he did look down, he knew completely why Rubble and the others were so worried. The full moon's reflection glimmered right back at him; and he was standing in water.

"Ahhhhh!" screamed Rocky, who was now terrified of the river and couldn't get out of it fast enough. He bolted out of the crystal clear waters and sprinted all the way back to the campfire, while everyone else looked at Rocky with frightened expressions on their faces; well, all except Chase and Rubble, the former who never believed in the old miner's tales, and the latter who was still huffing and puffing back to the campfire, still wheezing after having just ran all the way to the river and back.

"I don't think Rocky is gonna turn into a werepup pups," said Ryder, who was somewhat amused at the pups reaction to the apparently serious situation. "I say we all hit the hay for the night. It is 10 P.M. already anyway, and I think we've had enough excitement for one night."

All the pups got out their sleeping bags, set them up around the fire, and prepared themselves for bed; only, Rubble and Rocky weren't in a very cheery mood like the rest. Rubble was still shaken up by the horrible scene he witnessed first hand, of Rocky standing in the river, the moonlight reflecting back into his face. He felt like he'd never get that image out of his head, and it continued to haunt him as he unrolled his sleeping bag and tried to go to sleep. Rocky was scared for the same reason, as he himself had been the one standing in the dark waters. Ryder had talked to them, trying to ease their fears and comforting them, which helped both of them immensely, but still didn't completely convince the two.

"It's just one of Uncle Otis' stories, right? Surely it won't come true." thought Rocky as he lay down to sleep. Rubble had since calmed and collected himself, and had fallen asleep with the others, but Rocky was still awake, gazing up at the stars. "It can't come true. I trust Ryder." And with that, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

A/N So what did you guys think? Hopefully I can continue writing on a pretty regular basis (I have a busy life), so don't get too upset if I don't upload in a couple days, that just means I have something that needs more attending to than this. I'm out.