Golden Glade Come one, Come all

His siblings were a strange sort but he was the strangest of them all and he knew it - he embraced it. He simply didn't care. When his mother nudged him, Hawthorn refused to wake up and continued to sleep until she began to groom him. Silently, he opened his eyes and blinked, the brilliant blue orbs taking in his surroundings. He allowed her to make him presentable before he rose to his paws - just as silently and was about to go ask somebody what was going on when he caught sight of Rose shooting him a glare before she went back to sleep.

Hawthorn was about to leave her alone before he decided against it and trotted up to her, giving her a gentle nudge. If she bit, he would laugh and if she refused to wake up and go with the rest of their family, he would laugh again but he would stay with her. If Rose wasn't going, neither was he. As far as he was concerned, she was his favourite sibling, and if she wasn't going somewhere, then he was staying to protect her - it also gave him a valid excuse to opt out of things he'd rather not join into.