I always wanted to be a black panther. That was the animal I wrote as my morph into my fan fiction books from a while back. I was black Panther, my friend was a sharp-shinned hawk, because it is the most common where I live. My other friend was a regular old small black bear, since they have been spotted in the woods outside my house. One of the others we made into a cheetah. This may seem odd, because they are the "weaker" of the cats, but hey. If push came to shove and we needed to demorph and run away, it was always the best way to stay alive: morph fly or flea and grab a hold of some cheetah fur. The cheetah can escape almost anything with its speed and agility. And finally, we had an eastern diamondback rattlesnake in our group. The reason for this is the venom can incapacitate prey and sometimes kill a large prey such as a human within hours.
So, basically the plan of attack was let the Cheetah run through all fast, dodging Dracon beams, and disarm(literally) the bad guys. Then the hawk would fly down and try to gauge some eyes. Meanwhile, the panther and the bear would be demolishing them. And then the snake would come through and bite their legs, they wouldn't even realize what him em as we ran away.
