The Loser And The Victors.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The tentacles of the mommy jellyfish waved gently and stirred in the water, inducing whooshing sounds as they collided with the water waves.
The tro.lo.lo.lo rapid movements of the jellyfish's umbrella-shaped bell already slowed to a crawl in intensity as she silently looked on at the distance. She was calm, but her rage was barely being masked up.
Even though she arrived on time, even though she gave her all, she was unable to kill even one of the 3 predators that killed so many of her children with her own tentacles.
Not only that, she was played like a fool as they took all the loot that was available on the battlefield while she could only thrash in rage like a mad jellyfish.
After evolving to become a purple tier creature, that was when she started knowing more about the world she lived in as she grew an adaptation that barely substituted for a brain in her umbrella-shaped bell.