Roleplay continued...hopefully...

Littlefoot: There's so many. *stands and walks down her back, looking around* *slips and starts to fall*

Maria:*catches him and sets him on Havana's shoulders* Be careful little one. Stay up there now. There's too many big ones around for you to walk next to us. You could get hurt.

Littlefoot: Yes Grandma. *decides its safer to just curl up on his mother's shoulders*

Brutus:*resumes walking*

Ducky: Whoa mommy. There are a lot of people here yep yep yep.

Havana; *walks*

CeraL &walks*

Rhonda: *chuckles*

Littlefoot: *nuzzling his mother's neck*

Brutus:*stops as the others stop*

Ducky: Mommy? Why is everyone stopping?

Havana: *smiles*

Cera: *bumps into him*

Rhonda: I don't know.

Littlefoot:*licks her neck, nuzzling her* Mommy? What's going on? Why did they all stop?

Brutus: *looking around*

Ducky:*frowns*

Havana: I don't know.

Cera: Daddy, what's going on?

Rhonda: *looks*

Brutus: i don't know Cera.

Littlefoot:*scared*

Ducky:*clings to her*

Cera: *tries to see*

Havana: *tries to look*

Rhonda: *holds her*

{NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}

Brutus:*protecting her*

Littlefoot: Mommy. What's going on?

Maria: Sharpteeth. *can see three of them ahead* They've found out we're headed this way.

Littlefoot: Mommy! *hides in her neck*

Ducky:*clings to her mother*

(???)

Cera: *watches*

Havana: We can't turn back.

Rhonda: *holds her*

{Klaine might split up next season}

Brutus: Cera stay behind me.

Littlefoot:*scared*

Maria: We can't go that way. Havana. I do not like saying this but you know who they'd go after first. We can not get anywhere near them. They go for the small. The weak. We can't let them get near Littlefoot.

Littlefoot:*moves closer to his mother*

Ducky: Mama? I don't like this. No no no.

(NOOOOOOOOO! Well if they do they'll have to get back together.)

Cera: *gets behind him*

Havana: I know, but if we turn back he'll have the chance of getting us from behind. We can't turn our back on sharp teeth.

Rhonda: Sh...

Brutus:*protecting her*

Littlefoot:*trembling, cowering into her neck*

Maria: If we walk straight into them that won't be good either.

Littlefoot: Mommy....

Ducky:*scared*

Cera: *hiding*

Hevana: Then what do we do? We can't go straight, and we can't go back.

Rhonda: *holds her*

Brutus:*leads her around the sharpteeth, unnotticed*

Maria: *sees them* Easy. We go around.

Littlefoot:*clinging to his mother*

Ducky:*scared*

cera: *follows*

Havana: *nods*

Rhonda: *goes around*

Brutus:*gets around them and climbs a ridge, watching over his daughter*

Maria:*going around*

Littlefoot:*trembling, whimpers, scared* *stands and climbs up onto his mother's head and curls up there*

Ducky:*clinging to her mother*

cera: *looks up the ridge*

Havana: *gets around*

Rhonda: *gets around*

Brutus:*picks her up and carries her over the ridge*

Littlefoot:*curled on his mother's head*

Ducky: *clambers up onto her mother's head and holds on tight*

cera: *carried*

Havana: *climbs*

Rhonda: *climbs*

Brutus:*gets to the top and gently sets her down* We're here.

Littlefoot: Whoa! *tries to keep balanced*

Ducky: *holds on*

{be back in a little bit}

cera: *looks around*

Havana and Rhonda: *get there*

Brutus: I told you there'd be more greenfood.

Littlefoot:*stands up* *looks around* Wow...

Ducky:*holding on*

cera: Cool.

Havana: *looks around*

Rhonda: *gets there*

Brutus:*starts down into the valley*

Littlefoot:*slides down her neck onto the ground and takes a few slow steps forward*

Ducky:*looks* Whoa...