Return of a killer

Nightmare
Littlefoot was having a nightmare. In his nightmare, he saw his father brely holding on to a ledge. "Littlefoot! Help me." Bron called out. "Dad!" Littlefoot called back. As he tried to reach down with his tail, Redclaw appeared and started down. Littlefoot's eyes widened. "No! Just a little farther." Littlefoot said as Redclaw's feet grabbed him. He winced in pain and looked up. Redclaw grinned evilly. Littlefoot turned down and saw his dad falling. "Nooooooo!!" Littlefoot cried. "Redclaw." Littlefoot growled. Redclaw cackled. The light eluminated the face of Redclaw, only, it wasn't Redclaw. "Sharptooth....?" Littlefoot asked surprisingly as the killer threw him down. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" Littlefoot screamed as he fell ____________________________________________________________ Littlefoot's eyes shot open. He turned around and saw his grandparents looking at him worryingly. "Are you alright Littlefoot?" His grandmother asked. "It was Sharptooth!" He said. "The one that killed mother." He said. His grandpa's eyes were filled with worry and sympathy. "It's okay. It was just a sleepstory young one." His grandpa reassured. "Now get some sleep. It'll be okay." His grandma said. Littlefoot laid back down tossing and turning.