Kung Fu Croc
Long Jian ran from everything he had known; his family, his pain, and his memories.
He ran because he had been banished from his homelands. By his own father.
Long had been part of the Jian crocodile family. They had been separated along with most of the other reptilian races because of their unwillingness to make peace with the mammals. The only one's allowed to stay were the snakes.
Long had been 12 years old at the time, and one of his best friends, Maymay the viper. After being banished, Saulong Jian- Long's father- had started to hate the mammals and the snakes. He began to train his sons and the sons of the others. They were trained for fighting and for anger.
Long had never understood any of it, so he never did well. It wasn't as if he didn't try; he and Maymay had always used to play fight and do other such things- they were good then. But now he was clumsy; if he attempted a simple side kick, he would fall on his tail. Of course, when he practiced by himself, he did as well as if he was with Maymay.
His main failing, however, was his lack of aggression towards people. Whenever he was asked about whom he hated, he had no answer. He didn't feel any anger towards anyone, even the mammals. He felt that they actually deserved to be banished because of their anti-peace talk.
After five years, Saulong was tired of Long's lack of skill and anger. When he caught Long in a garden, trimming a bonsai tree, he lost it. He chased after Long with a spiked mace; when they reached the edge of the family lands, Saulong stopped and waved his mace, promising to use it on Long if he ever saw him again.
Long ran and ran, stumbling, but not stopping for anything. Tears pricked his eyes, but he pushed them back. Because of this, he didn't see the large panda standing in front of him until he bounced off his stomach.
He flew backwards, hitting his head on a rock. As his eyes clouded over, he saw the face of the panda loom over his own.
Great, a mammal… he thought before fainting.