Well darnit xD

Summer, Ducky? :3

Chapter: 12
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me

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Chomper did not return to the Valley from where-ever he had gone. For several days afterwards Petrie’s mother and several other fliers flew out over the Mysterious Beyond, but they found no trace of the young Sharptooth. This upset Littlefoot and his friends to no end, because they feared he had fallen victim to one of the grown-up Sharpteeth around the Valley. Especially Littlefoot took it hard, since that was just another loss on top of that of his Grandmother. He might have overcome it, but the memory still hurt, much like that of his mother. He did his best to not think about either of them much, but his Grandfather made that impossible in regards to his grandmother.
Outside the Great Wall the four Sharpteeth would still challenge one another, growing fiercer and more violent every time they met.
On one of the rare times the children ventured out into the Mysterious Beyond they saw that Red Claw had replaced Screech... by several other Fast Biters, each as much out for their blood as the one whose place they had taken. After that their parents all but forbid them from leaving the Valley. But none of them had any desire to go out there.
Despite the caution of the grown-ups to keep what secret passages there were secret, it would be inevitable that one of them would be found. Soon enough it indeed happened: one of Red Claw's Fast Biters found a way in near the border of Red Claw's territory. Almost immediately the Great Valley-residents found themselves under attack.

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“I don't think I could have stayed silent.” Chomper admitted to the old Longneck after a week or so when she asked why he had tarried so long with his parents. His parents and sister had went out to hunt... At least his mother and sister had, his father had traveled to the border with Red Claw's domain to protect their territory from him. “I would blurt it out the moment even a mention of you is made.”
“I can imagine.” Grandma Longneck looked at the entrance of the cave. “I can barely begin to imagine his pain.”
“He was broken.” Chomper agreed with her. “He still is.”
“He loved me for the better part of his life, just as I did him.” She lowered her head. “Being separated is a torture already. But believing the other dead? I do not want to imagine it.”
Chomper nodded. “How much longer do you think you'll need?”
“One or two days, according to your father.” The old Longneck looked at her nearly-healed wounds. “Until now, his word has proven true.”
Chomper nodded, looking at a scar on her neck. “You will look terrible once this is over.”
“I guess I'll have to be glad I survived at all.” She chuckled. “I heard what your mother said about a Longneck-shadow.”
“You think that really was your daughter?” Chomper gasped.
“Or one of my other children.” Grandma sighed. “Sadly, I outlived several of them. Or perhaps it really was coincidence. Who knows?”
“Who knows.” Chomper agreed. “We will never know.”
A tremor traveled through the earth, a deep roar echoing in the very stone around them.
“That's dad!” Chomper jumped up, running to the cave-entrance. Behind him the old Longneck rose to her feet, following him more slowly. From deeper into the Mysterious Beyond the two Sharpteeth-females answered, their voices echoing between the canyon-walls.
The old male was the first to arrive, shortly followed by the rest of the family.
“What is wrong?” Tyra demanded of her mate.
“Red Claw did not come today.” He was panting, having run from the border all the way back. “I used one of the secret entrances: he is attacking the Valley with a dozen or so Fast Biters.”
“What?” Grandma demanded. “Are you certain?”
“Who does have the better eyes here?” Rec countered. “The Great Valley is under attack.”
“I cannot let them fight alone...” Grandma breathed.
“What will we do?” White Star asked her parents. They looked from her to the Longneck to their son. Then they shared a quick glance.
“We'll help.” Her father stated. “Your brother's friends are in there. Besides, this will be the perfect opportunity to get rid of Red Claw. And I think we'd have a angry Longneck here if we decided any different.”
“I think it'd mostly be an absent one.” Grandma assured him. “I know better than to pick a fight with three adult Sharpteeth.”
“Let's see if Red Claw agrees.” Tyra shook her head. “I think asking you to stay here and out of trouble is an idle hope?”
“Definitely.” Chomper told her. “I'm sure I can help somehow.”
“We'll see about that.” His sister stated. “I just hope we are not too late.”
Grandma well remembered how Pterano had lost a small herd worth of Flatteeth to what he told them had only been 6 or 7 Fast Biters. That she had held out so long against the ones that had attacked her had been a sheer miracle, helped along with her size, which had protected her by making most vulnerable places hard to reach. Most Valley-residents did not have that advantage. Especially the children would be in danger.
“We’ll go on ahead.” Rec stated.   “Longnecks are not known for their speed.”
“I will find a way to make that a compliment.” Grandma looked back at him. “And not hit you with my tail.”

Is it 2?

YAY!! ^-^  I'd prefer Grandma, but you can choose which one I get :3

Of course I'll join. I'll be Littlefoot's grandparents again. I might fill in for some of the other adults too if nobody wants them.

*finger-poke* Can I have one of those?

If not, can I have Tria

Chomper scooted just a bit closer to Ruby, suddenly wondering if this sickness had also appeared in the Mysterious Beyond. What if his parents or Ruby's had gotten it too? They'd never find out on time!

I am homosapien.

Homo Sapien means human, so that does not exactly help with your gender

Pretty much, yes :3

Chapter: 10
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me

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“You..? But...” Chomper found he couldn’t form a proper sentence, nearly hyperventilating when the message of his eyes reached his brain: Grandma Longneck lived and she was right in front of him to boot.
“Breathe, little one.” She suggested, smiling warmly as he did so and calmed considerably.
“How are you still alive?” He demanded when he regained his breath. “Those Fast Biters should have killed you.”
“And they nearly did.” Grandma Longneck stated. “Your parents’ intervention was barely on time. They still feared for the better part of last month that they’d have to explain to you that they had eaten me.”
“Oh yeah…”  Chomper frowned. “I might have accused my father of that already.” He felt extremely awkward and guilty about that now.
“As you can see that was an unfounded accusation.” She carefully rose to her feet. “But does you being here mean that the other children are here too? Is Littlefoot here?”
“No, I came out here alone.” Chomper gasped. “I have to tell the others, they think you’re dead!”
“No!” She stepped forward, grasping his tail in her teeth, gently lifting him away from the cave-entrance. “No, you won’t. I can’t allow you to tell anyone I’m here.”
“But Littlefoot…” He argued.
“Will have to stay in the dark for a little while longer.” She let go of his tail and lifted her head some to lessen the strain on her half-healed wounds. “If he finds out I’m still alive, he will want to come out here. Red Claw is challenging your parents every day now, it’d be too dangerous.”
“But he…” Chomper began again, before being cut off again.
“No. I want them to know I’m safe as much as you do, but I cannot risk their safety for a few weeks less mourning.” The look in the old one’s eyes spoke volumes: this was final. “You will not tell anyone a word about me being here.”
“As you wish.” The little Sharptooth relented, looking down in sadness.
“Tell me what happened after that incident in the ravine.” The female made herself comfortable again. “How did Grandpa and Littlefoot handle it?”
“Not good.” Chomper climbed on some rocks and sat down, his sister all but forgotten. She had left already anyway. “They were devastated by what happened.”
“I can imagine.” Her eyes grew sad. “And now? Are they better by now?”
“Bron came into the Valley a few weeks ago and he plans on staying. They’re recovering now.” Chomper assured her. “Although Grandpa Longneck has a permanent air of sadness around him.”
“He loves me dearly.” She agreed, looking up when she heard heavy footsteps approach the cave.
A light-green Sharptooth ducked inside. “White Star told me Chomper had arrived.” Tyra said.
“Mom!” Said young one exclaimed, rushing over. “I missed you.”
She lovingly scooped him up, nuzzling him. “I missed you too. But what was that about mouthing off your father she mentioned?”
“Being protective of his friend’s family.” Chomper nearly lost his grip on his mother’s snout when he heard the voice coming from behind him. He looked back in shock.
“Since when do you speak Sharptooth?” He asked in surprise.
“Since I nearly died.” Grandma chuckled warmly, before gesturing to his mother with her head. “Go on, have a reunion with your family and ignore this old Longneck. I’m tired anyway.”

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“I can’t find him anywhere.” The other children had overturned the Valley to try and see if Chomper was in it. Cera was resting in the shade of the tree, clearly exhausted. “He must have gone into the Mysterious Beyond. He can’t be anywhere else.”
“But why would he do that?” Shorty wondered. “Especially with not only Red Claw, but also that other family of Sharpteeth it’s far too dangerous out there.”
“I think…” Ducky hesitated. “I think he thinks those other Sharpteeth are his family. Yep yep yep.”
“What?” Littlefoot demanded. “Why would he think that?”
“I’m not sure, but he told me once.” Ducky nodded from where she was sitting on her adopted brother’s back.
“And what if they are not?” Ruby wondered. “Then he’ll be in danger!”
This was normally the time where Littlefoot would suggest they follow the young Sharptooth, but after what had happened to his grandmother he was wearier of the Mysterious Beyond than ever. But he was equally reluctant to alert the grown-ups since that would mean they’d have to leave the Valley to search for Chomper. And he knew his grandfather well enough to know that he’d go himself before sending someone else to look. Not to mention there was another problem…
“It’ll be impossible to catch up without knowing where exactly he went.” Littlefoot realized. “Even if we try to follow him, he could be anywhere by now.”
“So what do you suggest we do?” Cera snorted. “Wait?”
“That’s all we can do.” Ruby supported Littlefoot. “Chomper left before the Bright Circle rose, and it’s nearly gone by now. Who knows where he went.”
“Me no like this.” Petrie sighed.
“Me neither.” Littlefoot admitted. “But we’ll just have to wait until he comes back.”

"I don't think we need to look for trees anymore." Chomper pointed into the distance where some of the Grown-ups were appearing already. "I guess they heard us scream." He blinked a few times when noticing just how slow they seemed to be.