This was an idea I came up with like five years ago but only wrote it and posted it a few months to a half year ago on DA.

The idea is what if Chomper, my favorite character in the series, was in the original and met the others in that film? What would have changed? Also, I'm following the original cut, when Littlefoot found the Great Valley alone before saving the others. I decided to put it up on here too because it's something i can post while working on my other story and it seems to kinda be a more popular idea at the moment so I wanted to share my version with more people. Be aware, not many changes occure until the group all meet up. And in the end, not many occur overall because I don't think he would've changed much by being there. But still, this was a lot of fun to write

Chapter 1

"Thank you for sticking with me Chomper." Littlefoot said.The others had all gone and followed Cera, only Chomper had chosen to go with Littlefoot following that fight.

"How could I not? You're the only one of the group who accepted me." Chomper said, thinking about how Cera had treated him, threatened him, used her horn to push him away from the others while trying to sleep, he looked up at Littlefoot again, "And I need to know...why? Why didn't you run away when we met? You'd just lost your mom to one of my kind." Littlefoot looked back at Chomper, "You were alone, you were crying, you didn't try to attack us. And your eyes, you were just like me, your parents gone. I saw myself in your eyes Chomper." Littlefoot said, nuzzling Chomper on the head, who hugged the longneck back.

"You're my brother." Littlefoot said after a moment of silence. Chomper hugged him tighter, "You're the only family I have left." He said softly, "And I thought you were gonna let me fall for a minute there." He added. As Littlefoot had been climbing back up the pile of rocks after his fight with Cera, Chomper had tried to follow but he couldn't hold on. But Littlefoot had caught him by the tail and pulled him back up.

They continued to hug for a few minutes until Littlefoot pulled back and he looked at Chomper, "Okay, we've past the rock that looks like a longneck, and the mountains that burn...we must be close now, if we could just get over these rocks."

"Hey, what about all these caves?" Chomper said, looking in one of the many tunnels in the cliffside.

"If we can to the other side through one we can see what's there." Chomper added. Littlefoot nodded, "Good idea, we'll go faster if we split up, be careful, we'll meet here after exploring a tunnel each." he said. Chomper nodded with a smile and the young sharptooth climbed into the tunnel he'd been looking into. Littlefoot watched him and sighed, glancing over at small cliff with a lake below it. He walked towards it, climbing higher. The clouds were changing.

"Littlefoot, Littlefoot." Came a whisper in ear. The young longneck felt emotions building up, "Mother!" he called, seeing the shape the clouds had took.

"Littlefoot." She said again.

"Mother." Littlefoot softly said, tears now flowing from his eyes, "I-I tried to do what you told me…" he said, sniffing, "but it's just too hard."

(Before)

The landscape was empty and dead, and burning. Plumbs of smoke rose silently into the air, blackening the sky itself so that no creature felt the sun, the same sun we see today. Powerful waves sailed across the surface of water, strong and brutal, they crashed into the shore or into rocks. In the depths of those seas and rivers, many different creatures of many shapes and forms swam. Some hid, some hunted, and one such creature swam aside as a blast of bubbles from the sea floor shot towards the surface. Plants that grew in the shallow waters were fair game to animals passing by or coming for a drink.

Long before humans, the ape, the wolf, the byson, the whale, before even the mammoth...it was the time of dinosaurs. Millions of years ago, on this very earth, were we walk, their stories were told.

The sun did shine briefly that morning, many dinosaurs bellowed at the sight of it before it was lost again. The dinosaurs were of two kinds, some had flat teeth, and some had sharpteeth. Sharpteeth preyed upon the leaf eaters, who ate the leaves from trees.

Then the leaves began to die. Desperate, dinosaur herds moved towards the west. They were searching for a place called the Great Valley. A land still lush and green. The sharpteeth followed the leaf eaters, snatching any that left the heard. The leaf eaters stopped only for one reason, to hatch their young. Sharpteeth stopped only for the same reason.

One of many eggs in the nest moved. Two clawed feet burst through, then a head, and two young, curious eyes saw the world. She was a green dinosaur, and she saw a dragonfly buzz past her head. Reaching for it she rolled out of the nest, still half in her egg. She broze free and ran about, seeing many cute and scary creatures all around. Still the hatchling was too curious for her own good and she accidently climbed into the mouth of a giant turtle. She was saved by her mama, the baby's first word. The mother looked around, her child giggling as she did, she saw nothing except for a family of fast runners running by, a pink female with red feathers, a purple male with blue feathers, and a young fast runner that was pink with pink feathers and magenta markings.

The mother swimmer was satisfied there was no danger and placed baby Ducky back into the nest with her now hatched brothers and sisters.

A threehorn was hatching as well. Legs sticking out from her egg, she ran amuck, crashing into things as her surprised looking parents and siblings watched. After running into her father and her baby sibling, who she sent flying, the orange colored threehorn broke free. Well, save the bit of egg still on her horn. Tossing it aside, baby Cera looked at her family. She seemed to have been born without fear because she charged her mother and ran into her nose. A boom of thunder made her finally curl up against her parents for protection.

During that storm another egg shook. As it did, an egg stealer tried to grab it. He did, having it in his clawed hands for a few seconds, but the mother longneck sent the egg stealer flying, the egg rolled down a hill and along the spine of a dead dinosaur. Even hatching was dangerous.

A few lizards came to see as the egg burst open at the bottom, a baby longneck was born. He smiled innocently, seeing the world at last. He looked up and there was his family, his mother, and his grandparents. They were all that was left of his herd. The mother longneck licked baby Littlefoot gently and he clung to her nose. More lizards came to look again. Littlefoot saw them, let go of his mother, and crawled away. The curious animals followed, coming in all shapes and sizes. Some had wings, some had sails on their backs, some burrowed. Some even came in twos and threes. Littlefoot backed up some more. They all were just curious, smiling even. Littlefoot nuzzled his mother on the ankle until they curious animals came closer, wanting to see him. Littlefoot scampered aside and tried to run. But his mother lifted him up gently and placed him on her beck, where he yawned and curled up at the base of her neck and went to sleep.

"Beautiful Littlefoot." His mother whispered.

He wasn't the last born that day, not far away two sharpteeth watched their own egg hatch. A tiny blue/ purple, red eyed baby sharptooth was born. He yawned and squeaked, looking up at his parents, who nuzzled each other at the sight of their child. The baby stood and went for a passing dragonfly, nabbing it and chewing it up.

The parents named their baby Chomper.

Five Years later

"Mother, is this all there is to eat?" Littlefoot asked.

"Oh I'm sorry my dear." Littlefoot's mother replied sadly, walking through the dead trees, only some had vegiation still but it was all dead looking, "The land has been changing." She continued, still walking, "That is why we must walk as far as we can each day until we reach the Great Valley." Littlefoot was near his grandparents, chewing on some sticks that qualified as "food."

"Littlefoot, quickly come here." His mother suddenly called gently. Littlefoot stopped chewing and, still holding the twigs in his mouth, went after her.

Littlefoot's mother walked up to a tall tree, "Look, up there." She said as her son caught up. A single green leaf was in the highest branch where it could get sun, a green star shaped leaf dripping water.

"A tree star." Littlefoot's mother said, "It is very special." Grabbing it gently, she pulled it from the branch and lowered the leaf down to her son, some water splashing off it, more collecting in the middle. Littlefoot giggled and jumped as she let it go and it drifted down to him. The massive leaf was nearly as big as him.

"A tree star." He said, smiling. He nuzzled the leaf before throwing it up in the air and playing with it.

"It is very special." His mother said as he played, "It'll help you grow strong." she said as Littlefoot kicked it back up in the air, "And where we are going there are so many of these leaves." she said, watching as Littlefoot laughed and played with the tree star. It landed on top of him, nearly covering him. He blew it off him and hugged it when it drifted back down, licking it. His grandparents walked over and smiled and chuckled as they watched him play.

"Come on." Littlefoot's mother said, starting to walk again, "The Great Valley is filled with green food like this, more than you could ever eat. And more fresh cool water than you could ever drink, it is a wonderful place where we can live happily with our own kind."

"Gee, when will we get there?" Littlefoot asked, still holding his tree star. He skipped after his mother, followed by his grandparents, as his mother said, "The bright circle must pass over us many times. And we must follow it each day to where it touches the ground." She explained.

Littlefoot stopped and tossed his tree star onto his back, "Have you ever seen the Great Valley?" He asked. He watched his mother stop and look back at him, "No." Littlefoot felt disheartened, "Well...how do you know it's really there?" He asked. His mother smiled, "Somethings you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart." She said. Littlefoot sighed and looked down, "I don't understand mother." He said sadly, his tree star sliding off his back. His mother smiled and nuzzled him lovingly, "You will my son." She said, still smiling. She looked into Littlefoot's eyes, "You will." Littlefoot smiled now himself and picked his tree star back up, about to take a bite out of it when he heard laughter from nearby. The tree star fell to the ground again as Littlefoot looked in that direction. He went over and pushed his way through some dead weeds, "Don't you wonder too far." His mother said.

Littlefoot looked and saw an orange/yellow colored threehorn ramming into what he guessed was her father. She bounced off her father and playfully glare, standing back up only to see a blue dragonfly buzz past.

Cera turned and got ready to charge it, pawing the ground over and over, a determined look on her face. Littlefoot watched, curious to see how this went. The threehorn charged and the dragonfly took off, she chased it as it buzzed around. She busted through a rock and continued to chase, running into another one as the bug changed direction randomly. This rock knocked Cera back and she watched the bug land on a nearby one. She stood and jumped at it but the bug took off, Cera broke through the rock and ran after the buzzing insect again, running into another rock. She was knocked onto her behind by this one, the bug landed on it and looked at her...almost looking to be shaking its own head. Littlefoot laughed silently, "Hey." He called.

The threehorn didn't seem to hear. She crept up on the bug that now had its back turned to her, smirking evilly. But her smirk turned to shock as the insect blasted her with some liquid as it buzzed off again and flew away into the trees.

Now Littlefoot started laughing. Cera shook herself off and glared at him.

"How dare he laugh at me!" She thought.

"What are you laughing at?" Cera said in a challenging voice. Littlefoot had been laughing so hard his eyes were closed and he opened them only to gasp. Cera was pawing the ground again and she was obviously about to charge, smirking playfully. Not backing down, Littlefoot jumped out of the weeds and took a stance himself, the same playfully smirk on his face. He too began pawing the ground like the threehorn.

They both charged at the same time. Cera's father saw this and moved to intervene. He landed between Littlefoot and Cera just before they could collide. Cera now smirked smugly. The grey threehorn glared at Littlefoot, growling as he did. Littlefoot backed up nervously.

"Littlefoot." Came his mother's voice.

"Come Cera," The threehorn said to his daughter, "threehorns never play with longnecks." he said gruffly, snarling sliglty at Littlefoot. Cera stuck her tongue out at Littlefoot, who backed up as Cera's father continued to glare at him.

"Littlefoot." His mother said now arriving on the scene. Cera mock charged Littlefoot, making him back up more, "Threehorns never play with longnecks." She said with triumphant pride as both parents picked their children up by their tails. Cera's father backed up after a short staredown with Littlefoot's mother and she turned and headed back, still carrying her son.

"Longnecks." Littlefoot said, angling so he could look up at his mother, "Mother, what's uh..longeck?" He asked, lifting himself up and crawling onto her head. His tree star was already there.

"Why, that's what we are dear." She replied, watching her son. Littlefoot slid his tree star onto his back again as he stood on his mother's head, balancing himself since his mother was still walking.

"Oh." Littlefoot said, laying down, "Well, why can't I play with that threehorn?" he asked, giggling, "We were having fun."

"Well, we all keep to our own kind." Littlefoot's mother replied, "Threehorns, the spiketails, the swimmers, the flyers, we never do anything together." she said, seeing Littlefoot's grandparents following behind her.

"Why?" LIttlefoot asked.

"Well," his mother answered, seeing the dead trees and dry ferns thinning out, "because we're different." she answered simply, "It's always been that way."

"Well why?" Littlefoot asked. Littlefoot heard his mother chuckle, "Oh don't worry so much. When we reach the Great Valley there will be many, many longnecks for you to play with." Littlefoot sighed, looking at a large amount of dry bushes his mother was passing, "I wish we were there now." He said.

"Well it's a long way yet." His mother replied, seeing a dead forest ahead, "Past the great rock that looks like a longneck, past the mountains that burn, still a long way...but we'll get there." she said, entering the dead forest as the great circle began to get low on the horizon.

The tiny lizard did not see the eyes looking at it, the red, hungry eyes. Chomper silently stalked his prey, licking his lips as he moved slowly closer. The lizard had no idea. Chomper lunged...only be stopped by something a lot bigger with a lot bigger jaws. Chomper's mother snatched her son from the air in her jaws and sat him down away from the lizard.

"I almost had it." Chomper said in the tongue of a sharptooth once he was free from his mother's jaws. His mother nodded, "You did, but you didn't look closely. Do not eat animals that are brightly colored like that son, they're poisonous." she said, growling softly.

Chomper looked down, "Oh yeah...I forgot." He said. His mother nuzzled him, "It's okay, just remember." she said, Chomper smiled as the purrs of his mother filled him, "Remember son, you're special." Chomper smiled, knowing she was referring to the fact he had learned to speak flattooth.

"Hunting will be much easier with that skill." His father had told him, "Just remember to always respect the great circle of life son." His father said.

"You'll be able to hunt with us soon son." Chomper's mother said as she led him away back towards where her mate was.

The longnecks slept in the dead forest that night. There was not a single green plant save Littlefoot's tree star. Littlefoot was curled up on his mother's head, fast asleep. His mother and grandparents were also asleep. A dragonfly buzzed past them.

A deep croaking made Littlefoot jump awake with a gasp. He saw a hopper in front of him, two dragonfly wings poking out of its mouth. They made eye contact as the hopper pulled the wings into its mouth and chewed them. Littlefoot just watched it. The hopper croaked again, opening its mouth just long enough to see the dragonfly still inside, then it jumped over Littlefoot's head and onto the ground. Littlefoot curled himself up tighter from surprise.

The hopper landed on the ground and scared a small lizard off. Now Littlefoot giggled and slid himself down to the ground.

"Hey hopper come back!" he called. Grinning, he came up behind the hopper, which noticed him and jumped into a small cave in the rocks.

"Hey.'' Littlefoot said with a giggle. He started into the cave to follow it when something orange and yellow charged him.

"You again!?" Cera said, her horn in Littlefoot's face, "Go away!" she said with a snarl on her face a lot like her father's but nearly as scary. With a smirk, Cera declared, "That's MY hopper!" she said and smugly stomped after it into the cave.

"I saw him first." Littlefoot said, seeing Cera walking out the other side, it really wasn't much of a cave at all, just a short tunnel through the rock.

"Well he's in my pond." Cera said, not seeing the scowl on Littlefoot's face. Cera jumped down the bank after the hopper as Littlefoot followed her. Cera landed in the shallow, muddy water near the hopper. Only to be knocked over as Littlefoot slid down the bank and rammed right into her. Now Littlefoot was the one smirking.

Cera glared and pushed him up. Multiple hoppers suddenly dove under. Littlefoot and Cera watched them. Large bubbles appeared where the hoppers had gone under. Cera jumped at one, Littlefoot went for another. It popped as he inspected it. He suddenly felt something under him and moved to the side. Cera saw a large bubble surface, and jumped at it. She went clean through as it popped.

The hoppers and their bubbles kept getting away before she could get them, causing Littlefoot to laugh.

"Over here." He said. Cera grinned, "Hey this is fun." She said as they continued to jump around in the muddy water. They kept jumping and laughing, too busy to see the shadow on the rocks coming closer.

Silently, the large predator moved towards the young dinosaurs it now saw as its late night prey. His red eyes watched them, he silently moved closer, leaving massive footprints with his clawed feet.

All the while, Littlefoot and Cera just kept laughing and splashing. The predator kept coming closer, salivating, moving closer by hunger, the want to sink his claws and teeth into fresh prey. Littlefoot and Cera continued laughing even after its shadow fell over them. Its shadow covered the whole pond.

Suddenly the ground shook. Littlefoot gasped, looking around. Cera also felt the shaking and looked around in fear wildly. Splashes. They heard splashes. They were coming closer as the ground continued to shake more and more. They then both gasped and saw it.

"Sharptooth!" Littlefoot screamed as the massive sharptooth charged them. His brown, green scales matching the dead forest. Each thundering footstep sent up a splash of water. Littlefoot and Cera scrambled, trying to run but they slipped over themselves and rolled into each other.

"Help!" Cera yelled.

"Mother!" LIttlefoot screamed. He and Cera both landed on their backs as the massive clawed foot came down towards them, the teeth of the sharptooth shining in the moonlight.