RODEO IN NOME: Cella

My second fanfic that's not a poem, a continuation of the first, "The Beginning Of Rodeo." Now introducing four new characters: Cella, Ronda, Trix, and Honda. (I know, sounds silly naming it after a type of car, but the name sounds appealing...)

Balto, Jenna, Steele, Rosy, Aniu and Kodi property of Universal Studios, NOT MINE

The ones I created are all mine. As before, no stealing.

And I'm not sure if I can do stories for the rest of the dogs cuz I've run out of ideas, but if you leave a comment, please PLEASE give and idea, thanks. It should not have been used before, in fanfic or in the real Balto story.

And one last thing, enjoy the story, and believe in you.

Chapter 1: In Order To Succeed, You Believe

Cella, the quiet daughter of Balto's brother, was very excited when it was around her first month in the world. For, Balto's brother Rodeo and his love Domina were to take her and her sister and two brothers out of the cellar for the first time. Balto, Jenna, and Boris were waiting above, wanting to see Balto's neices and nephews. Ronda waited behind Cella as she hesitated a the door. Ronda yipped impatiently, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Cella yipped happily yet in a quiet manner, pushed the cellar door open, and led her brothers and sister out. Rodeo followed, with Domina beside him, with the pups playing and weaving around their parent's paws.

Balto looked down at his nephews and neices, watching their broad, yet almost clueless smiles. Rodeo chuckled at the puppies, who were staring up, fascinated with the face before them. "This is your uncle Balto, and who you will call Aunt Jenna."

Cella was the first to speak. "Hello Uncle Balto! My name is Cella, and you know, Papa told us lots of stories of you saving our home. You're the BEST, Balto. The most terrific!" Ronda nodded excitedly. "Yeah, you're the most amazing, most astonishing, most brave, most heroic canine of all!" With broad grins, happy yips, and with their tails wagging so fast their whole bodies moved, the puppies leaped about neer Balto's heels. Ronda put her paws up on Balto's front legs. "Will you teach us stuff? We wanna learn!" The others nodded.

Balto smiled down, remembering Boris saying that this was what Rodeo had said, that he could never get lost because he was the best and the most terrific. "Go along that way, pups. Take the traditional tour, that every new dog in Nome takes. Led by your's truly."

Cella tilted her head. "Whats... traditional?"

Cella's brother Honda looked confused. "And what's a tour?"

"You'll figure out when you do it. Patience, patience." Balto led the group of dogs to the Nome Central. The pups followed close behind, gazing into every nook and cranny that seemed so strange to them, but so familiar to the adults.

Balto led them around town on the same tour that he had led Rodeo on. Rodeo followed, and Domina went back home for rest. Trix seemed to like the idea of being a rescue dog very much, which was the newest trend in Nome. Cella wanted to be a wheel dog on a sled team, and Honda wanted to be the leader of a team and lead them to countless victories. Ronda was unsure, yet she hoped to work beside her sister Cella someday. Balto told them all that in order to succeed, they needed to believe.

Balto led his nephews off . Turning his head with a smile, he said to Boris, his goose friend, "Do you wanna watch the girls?"

Boris shook his head stubbornly and with a frown. "I've been tackled by two litters. I absolutely DO NOT want to get tackled by another. I am NOT babysitter!"

Balto laughed, and Rodeo led the girls off so they could see the rest of the town and meet their cousins. At twelve o' clock they would meet up at Nome Central and swap, then at one they would  stop giving the tour. Even though Nome was a small city back then, there was more stuff to explore than to the eye.

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Jenna had returned home and was tending to her newest litter. She touched the whimpering furry bodies and when they slept she let them sleep. She had to keep the wanderers from wandering, and she had to feed them too.

Jenna watched the door to the kitchen. She knew Rosy was soon coming to give her the third meal of the day. And still, the third meal was only lunch. There would be two more meals until the end of the day. Jenna half-closed her eyes. All this work was making her tired.

Jenna was always hungry now that her fiesty second litter was keeping her busy. Even five meals and the two bowls of water didn't keep her hunger satisfied enough. The five puppies were toppling over one another, and now that they were getting more active, Jenna was getting more tired. She set her head on her paws and gave a light sigh. Her bandanna covered one of the pups, and the pup sneezed it off. Jenna chuckled gently, and looked at the others frolicking about.

One puppy pounced on the other, pulling at the other one's ears with playful, wolflike growls.

"Radar, please." spoke Jenna with a soft, motherly voice. She watched the energized little pup lift his own ears and release the other pup with a bored sigh.

"Yes, Mama." they spoke together. Then they leaped about, giving wild, hyper little yips.

Jenna watched the pups scamper around. She knew they would all grow to be proud leaders and know that their father would be there for them. She would be proud of them too, but one thing had worried her and Balto. Three of them looked more wolf than dog, and only two inherited Jenna's soft, silky burgondy fur.

Jenna lifted her ears. She heard the creaking of a door in the entrance room. Getting to her feet, she pranced into the entrance room, hushing her pups and telling them with a soft voice that they were to be quiet and good. She stepped to the door.

"Oh, hello, Rodeo dear. Come in, come in. Your pups are here to see their cousins, I presume?" Jenna gave a welcoming smile and led Rodeo and his pups into the living room.

Radar looked up questioningly at his mom Jenna. Jenna explained with a wide grin, "These are your cousins. They are like far brothers and sisters to you little ones, you might say. Every one of them are of the same blood. He is your father's brother." Jenna paused, lifting her paw to indicate Rodeo at the last sentence she spoke. "And those are his children." At this, she lowered her paw to indicate the young pups staring with wondering eyes.

As the pups leaped together to play and wrestle to see who was overall the strongest, Jenna walked over to Rodeo. "How long might you say you'll be here?"

Rodeo nodded at the clock. "About forty minutes. The pups have had a huge snack, so don't worry 'bout food for them. Just worry about your own pups."

Ronda was sitting off at the side of the living room, howling along with Radar. The two looked almost exactly like one another, with wolf looks, yet a mix of husky and wolf in their hearts. They began to tackle one another after howling, and then they rolled and tumbled in the living room.

Rosy came out of the kitchen, giving a well-mannered, calm smile even at the sight of nine puppies wrestling and racing and playing. She set down the food bowl and Jenna walked to it, laying down and crunching the food with care. Rodeo watched the puppies, and even as Radar pounced on him and growled, "Hey, Uncle Rodeo!" he kept his happy mood. Rodeo chuckled, watching the upside-down face of his nephew. Radar landed softly on the springy floor and began wrestling again.

Radar, being the oldest of both litters, stepped in the middle of the roughhousing and announced the overall stongest.

"The title goes to... Ronda!"

Cella was sitting in the crowd watching Ronda. Suddenly, she backed out, her ears laying flat against her skull in dissappointment. She began to whimper.

Rodeo went up to her, and said kindly and with wise words, "In order to succeed, you must believe."

Cella thought this over. With a brave smile, she spoke with newfound confidence, "I must believe."

Chapter 2: The Man In Green

That day passed very quickly for the families. Rodeo took the girls back to Nome Central. Balto and Rodeo swapped, and after the whole litter had seen both places, Domina came out of the cellar and led her pups back home. Then the starry night fell upon the small city of Nome, and Rodeo and Balto stood in Nome Central, chatting about the day. It had been a fantastic one, they agreed.

"You know, Balto," said Rodeo, "I reminded Cella your saying. She felt left out because Ronda got the award for the overall strongest. I told her, 'In order to succeed, you must believe.' and she felt better."

Balto nodded. "It helped me out. It should help your children too."

Balto said, "Bye." and trotted off.

Rodeo watched him go curiously. Then he saw a mysterious man walking nearby. He was dressed in green, a green suit, a blue shirt, and a white tie, with black pants. His green suit was extra thick to withstand the harsh weather, and he had a black cap on his head. He stared into Rodeo's eyes. With a snicker, the man walked off, and talked to the musher that had guided Rodeo in his career. The musher looked unsure, but when the man threatened him, the musher nodded meekly.

Rodeo could tell something was going on. He watched the man leave, and the musher went into his cabin. Rodeo's ears perked, and he scanned the area. No signs of anybody. For one last moment, he stood, the hair on his tail fluffing in the storm wind. Rodeo sniffed the air. It was definitely a storm coming. Rodeo moved back to the cellar, to check on his pups and his mate,