Anaconda don't want none.
Goldenfoot padded through the thick rainforest undergrowth, she was used to the grassy prairies owned by Dragonsear's lions, whom she was one of. She camouflaged perfectly against the leaves despite her golden coat, she heard a hiss, Goldenfoot stopped dead in her tracks, a large, black and red anaconda slithered out of hiding, its brownish-red eyes gleaming brightly, Goldenfoot turned tail and ran for the group, she had to warn them, before it was to late...Cinnamon glided swiftly through the trees, the branches thick enough to hold a fully grown black bear, Cinnamon was surprised to see Claw following closely behind, Lynxes or Caracals don't usually climb trees, and her robe could get in the way. "Look what we have here" a voice hissed from some leaves, a large, black and red snake coiled out, toungue rasping in and out. Cinnamon yipped in terror, Claw and Thorn let out warning growls, "a little snack!" The anaconda lashed out, Cinnamon screeched in surprise and leapt out of the way, bashing into Claw, who pounced over Cinnamon and onto the snake, Cinnamon could barely see through the commotion, head spinning, she ran and climbed up to another branch to get high ground, jumping into the battle below, she landed on the anaconda's head and bit down hard on its neck-if snakes even had necks. The snake hissed and spat, it was being held down by the adventurous Cinnamon, Claw took advantage of this and went straight for the windpipe, crushing it, the snake screamed, Thorn slashed it's black scales open, it was dead. They had won. Cinnamon let go of the neck and sat down to process what the hell just happened. It was all a spinning blur. The predatory animals, Claw, Thorn, and Iris, started chewing on the snake, they probably pretty hungry. Cinnamon grunted in disgust and went to look for some nice plants instead.
Beryl flew down to where Cinnamon and Crowfeather were hanging out, they were prey animals, they wouldn't eat the anaconda. Atleast it wasn't a python. The two had found some good seeds and some leaves, great for all prey. A golden figure suddenly stepped out of the bushes, "Guys!!! I've come to warn you, there's a-" "yeah! We know." Goldenfoot was interrupted by Claw, Beryl couldn't help but shrill in discust at the rudeness of the black Lynx, but what can you expect from a typical Dragonsear? "Well, I guess I came to late, sorry guys..." Goldenfoot's head drooped. "It's okay!" Chirped Beryl, "we all make mistakes, it's all good now!" "Thanks, Beryl" sighed Goldenfoot, sitting down to lick her scarred paw. The animals finished with their food and headed off, going to the alps, to the lost land of Starcore.
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