Littlefoot as an Adult Headcanon
In his adult years, Littlefoot keeps his name, is the Great Valley’s guardian and is so absurdly good at it that at first the other carnivores outside the valley are embarrassed to admit defeat by a longneck named Littlefoot.
For the longest time, the notion of being driven back by a herbivore with such a soft sounding name was indicative of weakness, cowardice, incompetence.
As time goes on, his legend grows. The name “Littlefoot” stops being funny and becomes a name that keeps even the mightiest T-rex awake at night.
Eventually myths arise. Some say he was born in the heart of a Smoking Mountain, some say he is of sharptooth blood, some even say he ate his own father’s heart to gain his strength, others say he must be appeased with sacrifice or he will destroy everything. He sits atop a throne of sharptooth skulls, not unlike Warhammer’s Khorne.
But the reality is just that he’s really good at what he does: slapping sharpteeth six ways to sunday. But nobody outside the great valley has the nads to verify it.
Eventually he gets old and passes away… and the legends persist. This time it’s his children who defend the valley now. His angry spirit still defends the valley. One day he will rise from his grave and the world will end, if his bloodthirsty spawn don’t conquer it first!
tl;dr: the carnivores in Land Before Time have very metal legends about some longneck kid that they can’t seem to kill…. because!
