Chapter: 9
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me

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Bron’s herd left the valley again, but without their leader. He and Shorty would stay with Littlefoot in the Great Valley. Life was slowly returning to normal and while Littlefoot still missed his grandmother terribly, he finally found joy in life again, much to the relief of his remaining family. Grandpa finally could sleep through the nights, though a permanent air of sadness seemed to have settled around him.
Outside of the Valley Red Claw began to encroach on the borders of what had once been his territory, but the two adults kept countering his every move. More than once their roars would be carried into the valley by the wind, making the dinosaurs there shiver in fear.
“Chomper ran off!” Ruby exclaimed one day as she joined their friends. “I can’t find him anywhere!”
The others helped her look, but she had been right: the young Sharptooth was not to be found. He had walked off into the Mysterious Beyond for some reason. Normally Littlefoot would have followed him immediately, but after what happened to his grandmother he was more reluctant than ever to risk someone.
Chomper meanwhile had indeed traveled out into the Mysterious Beyond. After hearing several roars he had decided that it simply couldn’t be coincidence that he thought each time it were his parents that challenged Red Claw and so he snuck through the desolate landscape to check.
His fine nose was leading him closer and closer to the place Grandma Longneck had died, but he ignored that. Or he tried too. As he came past the ravine, he froze, looking out over the small area. Several skeletons still rested on the ground, but their bones were too small to come from an adult Longneck. He steeled his nerves and walked past them, concentrating only on the scent-trail.
The trail led him away from the ravine and the Valley, deeper into the Mysterious Beyond.
Soon he heard voices, so he slowed down, sneaking closer. The voices stopped abruptly and he heard something big sniffing the air.
“Chomper?” His father was surprised when he recognized the smell of the one sneaking up on them. “Is that you?”
Chomper peeked around the boulder he was hiding behind, looking at the dark-green Sharptooth. Behind him was a younger female, shaded a very pale-green, looking at his father questioningly.
“Dad?” The young Sharptooth crept forward, revealing himself. Both stared at one another for a while until the older male chuckled.
“You have grown, son.” Rec approached his son. “I take it life in the Valley has not been too bad?”
“I missed you.” Chomper stated, briefly hugging his father’s foot. “But life in the Valley is not well.”
“Because of the Longneck?” The female asked, cautiously stepping forward.
“Chomper, this is your older sister White Star. We never got around to introducing her.” Rec told him at his questioning glance.
“Oh…” Chomper whispered. “Well…  Yes. Do you know what happened to her?”
The look that passed between the two was all the information he needed: they HAD carried her off.
“How could you?” He exploded. “You knew who she was and you still ate her!”
“Chomper...” His father reached out, only to back off when the small jaws snapped at his hand.
“How can I face Littlefoot knowing YOU ate her?” Chomper screamed, turning to run off.
“Chomper!” His father’s voice echoed after him, but the young Sharptooth only wanted to get away. How could he ever face Littlefoot after this? Or his other friends? Or Grandpa Longneck? How could his parents have done that to him? They KNEW who the old Longneck was.
Suddenly someone snatched him up and no matter how much he struggled, wouldn’t put him down. “Let me go!”
“And have you run into Red Claw or something like that? No way, brother.” White Star held him tightly. “I’d be a poor older sister if I did that.”
“You already are! You ate my best friend’s grandmother!” Chomper reached down, biting her fingers. She cried out in pain, dropping him to the ground. He did not look back to see how much damage he might have done, he only ran off again.
The ground thundered when his older sister took up the chase again, her longer legs allowing her to catch up with him soon.
“Brother.” She did not pick him up again, but she did block his path with her own body. “Please, give me a chance to explain.”
“No!” He managed to duck between her legs and this time she didn’t follow him.
“The Longneck lives!” Those three words made him stumble and he looked over his shoulder at her in shock. She did not move and her voice was soft. “We saved her, not ate her. Come with me, brother, and I’ll show you.”
He hesitated, before walking back to her. “Really?” He looked up at his sister with poorly concealed hope in his eyes. She nodded and turned to walk away, expecting him to follow her. He did.

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Grandma Longneck was dozing in the cave, with one ear listening if the Sharpteeth were returning. Soon enough she heard footsteps, but there were smaller ones that did not fit any of the Sharpteeth she shared the cave with.
“Don’t worry, it’s me.” It was the voice of the younger female; White Star. The Sharptooth ducked inside the cave, closely followed by a smaller, grey one. Grandma immediately recognized him.
“Chomper?” She asked, surprised at his presence. He didn’t answer, only staring at her in shock.

Well, I point you to the American dude who suddenly only spoke Swedish after a hit against the head xD

Well, I think it is. There are only so many names you can make from Apatosaurus, after all

Well, it did happen like that *shrug*

Perhaps it's handier if I tell everyone? xD

Gonna be gone from now till Sunday Evening (mine, that is, no clue what that is on this forum OTL). I'll tell you guys when I got back

Wenn Littlefoot coughed Chomper immediately jumped off, making way for his friend as he coughed some more.

"I... I can try..." He murmured, looking from them at Littlefoot. He took a deep breath and carefully climbed onto the Longneck, doing his very best to keep his claws from accidentaly poking him.

He started to bounce on his feet, the tips of his toes not losing contact with the brown form underneath him.

Chapter: 7
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
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With Bron there, the old Longneck finally started to recover. Although his sleep would still be broken by terrible sleep-stories, the fact that he could somewhat depend on someone else to take care of Littlefoot and so could focus on himself a bit more helped greatly.
The weather improved somewhat too, finally short times of light breaking apart the Sky Puffies. But there was bad news too: travelers would report an increased activity of Sharpteeth around the valley, most talking about a family of the greater breed having taken up residence at the side Grandma Longneck had died.
At first Chomper thought it might be his parents, and while the overall description of the two grown-ups fit, the third member, a half-grown female, was unknown to him. He preferred it that way, actually. He did not want to think about how Littlefoot would react had those been his parents, considering strange Sharpteeth – so most likely those three – had carried of the body of the old Longneck.
What was surprising was that Red Claw seemingly abandoned that part of his territory to the three new-comers, traveling and hunting only on the other side of the valley. This made for a strange safe-zone where the two territories bordered on one another, since all four were seemingly reluctant to go there.
It soon became clear WHY Red Claw had abandoned the northern reaches of the Mysterious Beyond: Screech had been killed by the female of the two grown-ups. Had she been alone, he would have retaliated almost immediately, but considering she had two near fully-grown Sharpteeth to back her up he waited for the right moment to strike. It shouldn’t be said that he did not know the virtue of patience.
As the weather continued to improve, Littlefoot finally came out of his shell again and while sometimes he would descend into grieved silence, his laughter could be heard again in the valley, though only for short bursts.
“I think it’s better if I stay here.” Bron one evening told Grandpa Longneck. “I just can’t leave you two this soon with a good conscience.”
They were resting on the ground at the sleeping-place of the Longnecks. Between their bodies slept Littlefoot and Shorty, curled together.
“You cannot abandon your herd.” Grandpa stated, gesturing over with his head to where the members of Bron’s herd were sleeping already.
“I can abandon it more easily than my family.” His son-in-law answered him, looking down on Littlefoot. “I left once, and I lost my wife. I left again, and I lost my mother-in-law. Who will be next? No, I will stay.”
“You could not have saved her.” It took a great deal of willpower for the old Longneck to admit it. “She was lost the moment those Fast Biters attacked.”
“Perhaps I could not have.” Bron whispered. “But I could have been there for Littlefoot. Instead it took a storm for me to get to him and even hear what had happened. What would have happened had the bad weather not hit when it did? How long would he and you have floundered on alone?”
He brought his head closer to the one of the older Longneck. “What would have become of the both of you had I not showed up? Do not lie to me, Papa Longneck. You were breaking, following her into death. I saw the look in your eyes. Luckily Littlefoot is still too young to recognize it.”
Grandpa Longneck sighed. “You are right, of course. But still, I do not feel comfortable with you just abandoning them.”
“It’s not like I’ll just send them away.” Bron chuckled softly. “I’ll make the proper arrangements, do not worry.”
His father-in-law smiled weakly, before laying his head down to sleep. As the old one descended into sleep, the younger male remained awake for a little while longer, watching over the three sleeping bodies beside him.
As he looked north, for a fleeting moment one of the few Sky Puffies took the form of a Longneck, before being blown apart by a breeze. Then, he too went to sleep.
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White Star, the youngest member of the Sharptooth-family, was walking through their newly acquired territory, looking for an easy meal. That was easier said than done when her parents forbade her from hunting Valley-residents. She sniffed the air.
“As if there’s anything from outside the Valley around here…” She muttered, moving softly between the pointy rocks. “Anything that gets even remotely near here will go there immediately…”
She froze as she heard grunting coming from her right. She sneaked forward, sniffing the air as she progressed. Something big was in trouble. As she rounded a corner she saw a most astonishing sight: an adult Longneck was trapped under rubble and straining to dislodge it from his back. The rain must have weakened the slopes of the hills, causing them to collapse as he walked across it, dragging him down from the top.
A scream from above alerted her to the presence of another Longneck. The female had been lucky: she had not been caught in the rockslide that had trapped the male.
The Longneck would be a feast, no doubt. But they could not leave the cave unguarded, so he was simply too big.
Her eyes narrowed when she saw the side of his face: a scar ran down just behind his eye. It was famous: the Lone Dinosaur. He growled at her, but considering his current predicament, he was pretty much helpless against her…
The wind carried an elusive, but unmistakable scent: Sharptooth. She felt the soft vibrations of something big approaching. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the massive dark-green form of her father stalk closer. He looked worried.
“I know that smell. Your brother is close.” He whispered. “Meaning his friends won’t be far behind. Come, we must leave before they see us.”
“But the Longneck…” She started.
“The Lone Dinosaur will survive another day. Come now.” Her father ordered. She followed him, only glancing over her shoulder one more time. She thought she saw some children near the female just before she herself rounded the corner.

What about an 'E'?

  YAY!!!!  

Well, I don't mind, at least  

Awww, poor you xD Got a new room at least?

Did you make pics of the Dolphins? :3

Nope, the wall was closed before he could see He blames himself cause he COULD have smelled the Fast Biters, meaning she wouldn't have needed to go out and wouldn't have ended up as dinner (as far as they know).

He might be...