User:Johnny 115/Puffle Warriors

This is a story from puffles' points of view. Since they aren't as bright as we penguins are, they use this key for the following. This is somewhat based off of the Warriors series of books.

Key

• Penguin = Puffle With A Body[Pwab in story]
• Igloo = Pwab Place

Now let's have the story begin. This chapter is about Penquino1's puffles.

Chapter 1

• Point of view: Snuggles

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and my Pwab was out who knows where running some errands. Though my Yellow Puffle Bed was quite sticky from my sweat, I didn't feel like getting out of it to roam around the huge Pwab Place that me and my friends lived in. "Hey Snuggles!" yelled Zane in a demanding voice like he usually does. He had a slimy piece of cardboard on his tongue, giving him a slight speech problem. "Oh, no thanks." I replied back. "Aww." I could tell Zane had a very upset look on his face, so for him, I slowly got out of my bed, aching on my left side. Zane had spit out his cardboard, and we went outside of the white Pwab Place to the backyard.

• Point of view: Zane

I was about to explode in excitement when Snuggles hopped back inside to get me my toy monster truck that my Pwab bought me a while back. I could tell Snuggles was hurting somewhat, but I didn't care. I wanted to play! "Hey Snuggles!!!" I yelled so loud that neighboring puffles that were also outside started squeaking as well. Snuggles was fixing the garden hose(I thought Gary was going to do that) instead of listening to me. After nearly five minutes, Snuggles FINALLY responded. But it wasn't what I was expecting. "I can't." Snuggles stuttered. "Our Pwab is home!"

The next chapter is from the point of view of Kur Rising's two puffles.

Chapter 2

• Point of view: Wyverness

Being the only girl puffle sucks. My Pwab named me after some silly thing called Pokemon. I want my name to be something like my friend Snuggles at the very least. Also, I never get attention. Because my Pwab is male, he pays more attention to my brainy yet evil companion Biscuit. All he talks in is template code, so you never understand him. "Biscuit!" I called. This is how he responds. With a bunch of templates!

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Johnny 115 has a Brown Puffle.

Johnny 115 is a ninja! That's why Johnny 115 is so awesome!

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"Ok." I replied stubbornly. "Learn squeaking or something." I'm afraid to let him talk now, as he is only going to spam.

Next chapter is from Awesome335 the Pwab's puffles!

Chapter 3

• Point of view: Bob The Cool

The pwab I live with expects too much out of me. He is a really high ranked secret agent, so he doesn't really pay attention to us puffles that much. I am a brown puffle, so I hopped on down to Gary's pwab place for a 'play date'. "Sup" Gary greeted. I said the same thing back. We hopped towards a huge rocket blaster that sat by Heather's green puffle house. "Wow!" I said in astonishment. "When did you finish all this?" Gary grunted. "My pwab mainly worked on it as a science project. It was just a prototype, so he got a 51. But a few months later, after summer vacation, I tweaked it to the max!" Gary summoned me with his blue tongue to come into the ship. All of Gary's companions were staring up at the ship. "Can I go in?" asked Yarr Jr."I love adventure and other forms of fun." By the time he finished speaking, a huge hole was in the roof of the pwab place that Gary resided in. "Um, Gary." I stuttered. I was having speech difficulties because the ship was going nearly at the speed of light. "We aren't going anywhere." The ship was literally one inch above the roof of the pwab place. "You got fooled!!!" teased Gary. "I made it sound so magnificent, but it was just a lie! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!" That evening, I was crying because of how mean my former best friend had been to me that day. "Don't worry." Integer hopped over near my food bowl. "You can find new best friends. Like Adorable and Pudding and Brown and Einstein and even Biscuit!" I was stunned. "Biscuit. Are you serious? He only talks in template code and he is so..." I was interrupted by the door opening up. It was rainy that evening, yet it was sunny that same morning. "Hello guys! I'm home. Oh, and I brought a new companion!!!!" It was our pwab!! And the companion greeted us.

-5 (EST)

This user is 5 hours behind UTC and goes by USA Eastern time.

"Biscuit!" I screamed. To my pwab, it was a loud squeak. Wait a sec. How did Biscuit get here?

The next chapter is from the point of view of Lm34gt45's puffles.

Chapter 4

• Point of view:Frosty

My 'girlfriend' Wyverness lives down the street from me. I don't know how Biscuit got away. I mean, he was just your average evil template talking puffle. Her pwab has needed his window repaired for like six months, so he might have jumped off the window. I know my friend's companion Gary built a rocket ship about a day ago. Maybe it ran into Wyverness' pwab place and broke a hole in the roof, causing Biscuit to go free. I heard he is at Bob The Cool and Integer's house right now, so I should probably go over there. When I got there, the pwab place kitchen was a mess. Hair was lying everywhere, and pieces of colorful plastic lined the cabinets. About a ton of puffle food was sitting in the sink, and poop and peep were all over the walls. "Guys?" I asked, astonished. "What happened here?" Integer jumped through a hole in the broken TV screen, hopping over towards me. "It was a fight with Biscuit. He's in the bathroom right now." The bathroom? I thought puffles went outside to go or went on some old pwab newspapers. The toilet flushed, and Biscuit hopped out.

Johnny 115 is friends with Lm34gt45!!! Johnny 115 should be honored! :P

he greeted with evil delight. Biscuit's unibrow was bigger than normal, and I could tell he was planning something evil. He hopped outside towards Bob The Cool and Integer's pwab's car.

Next chapter from the point of view of Awesome335's puffles.

Chapter 5

• Point of view:Integer

It was unbelievable what Biscuit had done to Bob The Cool and my pwab's black Dodge Avenger. The entire interior was on fire, and all of the doors were missing. "Look!" Bob The Cool signaled Biscuit's direction with his tongue. Biscuit was rolling away in a tire from the burnt sedan towards the dock, which was about five miles away from Igloo Road. The new puffle Pi, who lived down the street from Biscuit, came and joined us. "What the heck is going on?" she asked startled. Gary, Pudding, and Pudding Jr showed up a couple seconds after her. "C'mon!" I shouted. We all hopped at lightning speed towards the dock where Biscuit's tire was rolling to. Though he was three miles ahead of us, we could still see him. Suddenly, we caught up to Biscuit. His tire was damaged, and a purple Honda Civic drove by, throwing an empty McDonald's bag onto the sidewalk we were on. "Enjoy, suckas!" one of the pwabs in the sedan called. "Biscuit?" Pudding Jr asked. "Are you okay?" Biscuit hopped up and cursed in template code. Nobody understood him, and he turned around and hopped towards my pwab place. It was about 8:00 PM PST, so the sun was beginning to set. We all ignored Biscuit, and hopped towards the Town.

Next chapter is from the point of view of Chill57181 the pwab as well as his puffles.

Chapter 6

• Point of view:Chill57181

For the past few days, my puffles have been acting suspicious. Shamrocker is eating Chinese food instead of Irish food, Sunburst isn't really enjoying sunny days anymore, Orangey doesn't really like the taste of snow and cardboard, and Arr doesn't like going to the ships and watching them sail by every Saturday evening. My puffles are always out and about, squeaking to my friends' puffles. Pudding has changed a ton. He doesn't even enjoy working problems out of my math textbook anymore! He and my friends' brown puffles are huddled around somewhere discussing something all the time. In fact, I almost tripped over innocent Pi while walking to the grocery store yesterday morning! I seriously think I need to go to one of their conversations sometime.

• Point of view:Pudding

My friends and I were still talking about Biscuit and his evil plans in front of the middle school. When the loud and noisy bell rang, we were greeted by our pwabs, who walked us home. By the time I got to the pwab place, my pwab called me and all of my other companions from outside to come inside for a meeting. The last meeting was directed at Orangey because he was continually eating our pwab's school work and was making him fail school. This one was probably going to be just as silly. "Everyone!" our pwab commanded. "More specifically, Pudding!" Inside I was beginning to sink. He waddled over to his bedroom, and placed me down on his bed. "What are you talking about with the neighboring puffles?" he asked in a very rude and demanding voice. I was getting scared. Pwabs didn't need to know our puffle business!

• Point of view:Shamrocker[please read with irish accent].

The voices that went on until midnight in Chill's bedroom were horrendous. He yelled, and treated Pudding like his name was Poop. At about 2 AM, when all of us, including Chill, were fast asleep, Pudding hopped over towards his bed. His movement woke me. "Pudding?" I asked. "What happened?" He was bruised, and his eyes were spinning. "I think I'll return to the wild..."

Chapter 7

• Point of view:Orangey

I hopped over with my pwab to the kitchen counter that morning for some breakfast. He and I saw a note on the counter. Dear Pwab. I have returned to the wild due to your cruelty. Pudding von Chocolate. My pwab began to cry. He waddled over to his computer, and logged in. After he opened up his Internet Explorer window, he went over to his school's homepage, and sent e-mails to all of his teachers, saying he was too upset at himself to go to school. He glumly waddled outside, first putting me on a leash. He broke the door open, and waddled out to his dad's red Ram 1500. Though he was not old enough to drive, he still drove out towards the forest, looking for Pudding, feeling ashamed of himself. "What's wrong[or squeak squeak]?" I asked. He didn't listen. Instead, he turned on his portable TV that was wedged in between the arm rest and turned it to Regular Show. I slouched back into the tan leather seat, feeling ashamed too.

• Point of view:Pudding

I had finally survived a whole night in the wilderness by myself! Today, I was going to explore, to see if new owners were available to adopt me. I hopped away from my bush that I slept in towards the Plaza. It was busy. Mimes were jugging green and red rubber balls of sorts. Indian and Hispanic pwabs were discussing to younger pwabs about their special forms of culture. And boy were the roads busy! Cars of all brands lined the roads. Honda, Toyota, Chrysler, Nissan, Mazda, even Bugatti. You name it! I hopped along the narrow sidewalk that divided the snow roads. A very familiar red dirty pickup truck was near the Snow Forts in one of the long lines of traffic. They were driving towards the Plaza. They must have seen me, as their loud Miranda Cosgrove opera voice horn was honked several too many times. But wait. The pwab driving had brown hair, was aqua, and had on an orange hoodie. Chill!!!!!!

Chapter 8

• Point of view:Pudding

About half an hour later, when the special plaza event had ended, the red Ram pulled up the the curb. Orangey was on the dashboard, staring at me with excitement wide in his eyes. My pwab was unbelievable. He seemed so happy, I think he was even happier than the time he changed his color to aqua a while back. "PUDDING!!!!!" he cheered with joy. He broke the door off of the truck, and bounded about a foot towards me. He hugged me, and brought be back into the Ram. He then drove us home.

• Point of view:Sunburst

I was picking around in the neighbors' wastebaskets looking for foam and cardboard to chew on. Orangey wasn't there, and it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Orangey had been gone since 9 this morning. So was my pwab. I hopped inside to see what was going on. All of the other puffles were watching The Golden Compass on our pwab's huge 51 inch flat screen TV. Just before I was going to hop over to the phone, the doorbell rang. Heather and Bouncy were at the door. Shamrocker has a crush on Heather, so he hopped towards her, and they hopped out the door together. I didn't see them for a while. A silver Cadillac Catera nearly ran into the two green puffles. Oddly, my pwab was driving. When he, Orangey, and Pudding got out of the sedan, I asked Orangey "What happened to the truck?" He began to giggle. "You don't wanna know. It was taken by hippies and thought of as the land of the hippie spirits. And they do not believe in clothing. So, it is basically a three seated truck with about five naked hippies that sleep and do everything[like bathroom and eating] in the bed and interior of the truck." I began to giggle myself. "Dinner!" our pwab called. We hopped inside the pwab place and ate our puffle food happily.

Chapter 9

• Point of view:Brown

That night, while my pwab was watching NCAA Basketball and Watson PWN other pwabs in jeopardy at the same time, I decided to sneak out of the pwab place. The sky was more gray than dark, and rain and hail pounded the roofs of other pwab places. I began to get scared, but I chilled out, and hopped towards Gary's pwab place, where Pudding and Bob The Cool were as well[Integer had a fever]. I hopped through the tiny plastic puffle door inside the pwab place. Beverages, chips, vegetables, shrimp, fruits, a big screen TV, confetti, and who knows what else lined the kitchen and the living room. I could understand why all of my pals were hiding. Not just because of the stormy weather, but the scariest sight in the whole world floated above me. They were red, shiny, and satan. They were balloons! Such a threat to brown puffles everywhere, I couldn't believe Gayr's pwab had broght in such a torture device. I tried to clear my mind from the balloons, and hopped towards the bedroom where the three brown puffles and the pwab were sleeping. My somewhat loud hopping woke the pwab up. Not the puffles, however. "Dude, Gary." he said to me. "It's 4:41 AM. Do you really need to go out right now?" The pwab got startled when he saw three other brown puffles, sleeping right by the side of the bed.

• Point of view:Gary

That was such a mean thing of my pwab to do. Just kick us out like we're filth. No way! It was 5:02 Am, raining, balloons everywhere for NCAA game parties, and the freezing temperature of -16 degrees F. "Hey Gary." Pudding hopped towards me. "This wasn't the first time something like this happened to me." I got stunned. In fact, I fainted, and my pwab found me that morning, still not awake from my faint.

Later that day, I woke up inside a black Under Armour slingbag, almost being squished by a red spiral notebook and a lime green accordian file. A bottle of Deer Park water was bubbling in a plastic bottle next to me. I heard the bell ring with a loud noise that hurt what I had of ears. I knew only one thing. My pwab had taken me to school.

Chapter 10

Point of view:Gary's pwab. I was in math right now. My teacher, Mrs.Gr3bcxnswdecxibniefdi, or Mrs.G, was very mean. I had just received a 41 on my third nine weeks benchmark test, so I was in major trouble with her. Luckily, I had Gary in my backpack.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!