Golden Glade It's The Eye Of The Tiger, It's The Thrill Of The Fight

Hawthorn slept, until he heard screams and cries. At first, he did nothing but grumble, shoving his pudgy face into his mother's fur, but as the screams rose in pitch and sound, Haw opened his maw and wailed as well, just to shut up almost immediately after the first note rang through the air, for he heard his own voice, however muffled and suppressed the noise appeared to be. Still, he heard it, and when he turned around and blinked, revealing piercing eyes of baby blue, he did not feel fear, as his siblings did, but rather, curiousity. A black paw reached upwards and the boy pawed at his eyes, blinking furiously as he adjusted to the dim lighting of the den.

By then, he'd ignored his siblings and was waddling forward, furiously eager to explore this strange new place with his newfound vision. But, at that moment, loud screams pierced the air, loud and strangely, extremely annoying now that he could hear them. And painful to the fourthborn's ears. Hawthorn's face scrunched up and clumsily, he waddled and pushed himself forward, closer and closer to the source of the noise. His ears were pressed against himself, to block out everything, and then he bumped into the tiny form of his big brother, the source of the painful screams that hurt his ears.

But while Hawthorn's initial intentions may have been to shut his brother up, he found that he could not do that, as he'd already lost his balance and had fell on top of his runt of a big brother. Confusion - what was happening? Then, annoyance - he began wriggling atop of his brother, trying to find a way to get down. This was not at all what he'd planned to do, and now, his vague anger had turn into fierce annoyance, and as he was still a child, he did the only thing he was capable of and screamed, despite the fact that he could now hear, however vaguely, how annoying his voice was.