Golden Glade You Can't Take Me, I'm Free!

Something pushed him off his soft cushion, and immediately, Hawthorn's face scrunched up into an expression of utter displeasure. He opened his jaws and screamed and screamed and screamed, making no indication that he was going to stop anytime soon. Because he wasn't going to stop. He had been comfortable a moment ago, and then something had decided to ruin it for him, and now he was never ever going to get back into that comfy position he'd been in. Therefore, because he was suffering, everyone else had to suffer with him. Hawthorn couldn't care less about what others thought of him; all he knew was that he was annoyed and uncomfortable, and screaming was the only way he knew to express his discomfort.

Still screaming, he shuffled forwards, wriggling until he pushed himself up against a tiny body (Rowan). Finding his way blocked, he scrunched his face up and wailed loudly while simultaneously nudging and pushing at the body in his way.