Hi, yes it's me again. STOP GROANING! I haven't forgotten my Tess story, which I will update soon. But here's a story I suddenly came up with while scribbling the other day. I have always thought Sid should have a girlfriend, and I don't like Shira. So here's my Ocs for them.

And possibly one for everyone's fav weasel in the next few chappys-eh :)

Yes! I'm OC mad today!" YAYYYY!.

Anyway, here's chapter one. Introductions.

Disclaimer. I own nothing of Ice Age bar my own Ocs.

A icy breeze tore through the still air, crisp and cold, as Scrat the squirrel-rat scrabbled up a rotten tree.

In his paws rested a lone acorn. His eyes glinted with the pride of possession, he reached the top, his tiny feet going like pistons. Scrat looked around warily, no birds, no lightning, no cracks in the trees. He was satisfied. He raised his scrawny arms and shoved the acorn down into the top of the tree. Noting happened. Scrat was overjoyed, he'd finally succeeded – Suddenly the nut was hurled out of the tree and hit him in the face! Scrat was stunned, he screamed in shock and grasped his precious companion before it tumbled down the tree. Then with a grinding of teeth, he looked back only to cower back as a reddish female squirrel came out of the acorn-hole like a cobra out of a basket.

Scratte narrowed her eyes, that two timing cheat of an old boyfriend had interrupted her beauty sleep! With a scream of rage she launched herself at him.

"Yeeeeaaarrrgghhh!" Scrat shrieked and shot down the tree with his acorn. His enraged ex followed.

High in the mountains, where the rocks were crumbling and birds flew to the clouds. A muscular sabre strode across the plain. He was sleek and had a white ear. Harris jumped down from a rocky ledge, he bounded to the edge of a rocky outpost over the ground below and studied his mountain kingdom. He was the leader of a pack of tigers from the surrounding area, he had just come to power. The old leader had been ill for sometime. Harris's father had died the previous mouth.

"Harris?" came a soft voice. A small female tiger, Harris's younger sister crept out from behind a large rock.

Scarlett was a petite tigress, her honey coloured fur was dotted with brown spots, her emerald eyes caught the sun and her teeth, as white as snow gleamed. She was a looker with the other tigers, Harris himself not pleased with some of his baby sister's potential suitors.

Scarlett was not herself particularly worried about mates, she was young and free. Slightly shy, she retained a certain air of naïveness about her, despite being a first class hunter. Her auburn strip down her back was long and flowed in waves over her pretty face.

"What is it?" She asked her brother, standing at his powerful side.

Harris didn't reply, he gazed over the land, his brown eyes clouded over. Scarlett nuzzled him gently, her soft nose pressing on his cheek.

"Humans, coming through the mountains", Harris replied, without blinking. He turned to her.

"They'll leave us if we leave them. But-" He looked serious. "I hope all of us have the brains to use that notive".

Scarlett knew who he subtly meant. Bentley, a sly, vindictive member of the pack. He'd tried at one time to court Scarlett against her will. Until Harris had put a stop to that, a full stop. Now Bentley was out for trouble, and the others all knew it.

Harris playfully nipped his little sis. "Come on squirt, lets move! There's orders to go around!"

Scarlett growled back happily. She began to bound off, taunting Harris to chase her.

"Come on, slowcoach!" she called, mockingly. She laughed and zigzagged through boulders to a ledge.

Harris was close behind, he shot onto the onto the cliff, his eyes sparkling. He grinned. "Come on, sis! Don't be a pest!"

Scarlett giggled. "I'm not a pest! You're the big-" She abruptly screamed shrilly as an arrow whistled past her head and struck the rocks behind her.

"Scarlett!" Harris looked down to see a group of humans running up the mountain side with various weapons.

Scarlett dodged another arrow, she went to race back to her brother, but as she skidded to avoid a third blow, the ground under her crumbled and with a howl of terror, she plunged into the river beneath.

She came up, spluttering and choking wildly. She wasn't a good swimmer and the raging water forced her under again.

"H...Harris!" She screamed, bobbing up. "Harris, help me!" She wailed, panicking as she fought to stay above the surface. "Please! Someone!"

"Scarlett!" She heard Harris yell. But it was too late. A crashing torrent sent her down into the surging depths with a shrill scream. Then she was swept away.

In another part of the land, not too far away. A female sloth was shuffling through the long grass for berries and other things to eat. Her name was Liliano. She was slim and for a sloth, quite attractive, with light brown fur and a lighter cream tummy. She wasn't a unpopular girl, with lots of boy and girlfriends. But like all sloths, she had to be careful of predator attacks, from around and above. Her friend, Suey had been killed by a sabre-tooth the last week. A particularly nasty tiger, one from the pack that lived in the mountains. They weren't normally as nasty, but this one was a right evil so and so. The sloth elders, and her parents had set careful traps. Occasionally a stupid tiger was caught, but more often a sloth was taken.

Liliano swiftly scooped up a armful of flowers and turned for home. She was going to a sloth-tribal dance tonight. She stopped short to look at herself in a clear stream. Not bad! She thought, smiling.

With her cream hair and rosy cheeks, she was one of the prettiest sloth in the valley. Too bad the jackass git who'd been her boyfriend had gone off with the local Floozy, Milly, and left her.

Her temper burned as she thought of him.

In fact she was so caught in her own mood, she didn't see the huge eagle until it was to late.

With a wail of fear, she was seized in the huge talons and carried away.

Cough! Cough! A blurry landscape. Her ears hurt, she was lying in a pool of water. Scarlett groggily opened her eyes. She choked and spat out water. She was lying on the shore of a grassy bank.

Shivering, she looked up into a pair of emerald eyes. An older sabre, older than herself, gazing down at her. His sideburns blowing in the cold breeze.

"Please", whispered Scarlett, weakly. "Please, don't-" Then she fainted.

Well, there yo go. First chapter done. I don't know if they had eagles in the ice age, please correct me if I'm totally wrong. Anyhow A Cow, bye for now.

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