Three Horns are PROUD!
Prompt: It wasn't fair; the way Littlefoot was running the herd now. He wasn't the only one capable of keeping everyone under wraps... It wasn't like HE was the only one that had been seperated from their family after the great earth shake. It wasn't like HE was the only one that had had to find their way back to their family. Just becuase his grandparents were the head of the herd! My father was a herd leader! Shouldn't that make me just as capable? Do any of those others know how much trouble he used to get us in? He almost got us attacked more than once! By more than just sharp teeth! And for some reason every time we snuck off and left the great valley, we had to get across some giant ditch or pointy rocks or something... it's amazing none of us ever got ourselves killed. And yet he's in charge of the herd. It's ridiculous; everyone only wants to remember what kind of a three horn I used to be; not what kind of a three horn I am. I'm responsible; I have a family; I never once wanted to be the reason for leaving the great valley; I was always happy with where we were. But I'm not bitter... no not at all... I've grown up.... I've-I've become a better three horn. Yes that's right! A more mature three horn. But still... the fact of the matter is... I would have been just as good at being herd leader as Littlefoot. But no one even thought to give me a chance... No ones ever given me the chance.
((You know technically; Cera had to be goaded into traveling::
From the Land Before TIme VII: The Stone of Cold Fire
[when Cera, Littlefoot, Petrie and Spike come up to the edge of a cliff]
Cera: Oh great, we'll never catch those beakheads. It'll take us all day to climb down this side and up the other one.
Littlefoot: Maybe we won't have to, look!
[they see some vines that look like bridges]
Littlefoot: Those vines look strong enough. I'll bet we could use them to walk across.
Cera: Oh no, not this threehorn!
Petrie: Cera scardeyegg, Cera-.
Cera: Hey! I'm not a scardeyegg. But every time we sneak off and leave the great valley, we have to get across some giant ditch or pointy rocks or something.
Littlefoot: Yeah?
Cera: And somehow, the only way to do it is to use some tippy bouldor or rotten old log.
Spike: Aha?
Cera: And I always end up at the back of the line, falling off or getting chased by a sharptooth!
Petrie: She do have a point.
Littlefoot: So, what are you gonna' do about it?
Cera: Well, erm - this time, I'm gonna' be the one who goes first. So if there's trouble, I won't be behind screaming my head off, no! This time, I'm gonna be safe.
Littlefoot: Well, ok.