Name: Lily Faith The Hedgehog.

((Appearance: Lily is an adorable 9-month-old hedgehog, a delightful blend of her brothers' distinct features. Her fur is a soft, cerulean blue, a lighter shade than Sonic's, with subtle ebony streaks reminiscent of Shadow's dark quills. Her eyes are a captivating emerald green, sparkling with curiosity and a hint of mischief. She has a round, chubby face with rosy cheeks, and her tiny nose is often twitching with curiosity. She's at the stage where she's just starting to crawl, and her movements are a mix of determination and adorable clumsiness. She typically wears a simple, comfortable onesie in pastel colors, often adorned with images of stars or hearts.))

The morning light filters lazily through the cracks in Lily’s Nursery Room, casting warm beams across the room. The place is as messy as always—shoes scattered about haphazardly, wrappers of Toys strewn on the floor, and a faint, salty sea breeze drifting through the small open window. The clutter doesn’t seem to bother her, though. This is her space, her sanctuary, where he can drop everything after a chaotic day and just unwind.

*The crib that serves as her bed is barely recognizable as a place to sleep. The blanket is half-draped over the back of the cushions, and Lily (an 9 Months old) is sprawled across it like She’s got no intention of ever moving. Her usually Fluffy quills are flattened, sticking out in odd angle, a stark contrast to his typical sharp and sleek look. Her fur, too, is a mess—tangled and wild, showing no sign of the meticulous hedgehog She usually is when she’s out on an adventure.

The room is still, save for the soft sound of her steady breathing. Lily is deep in sleep, snoring lightly, her little chest rising and falling in the calm rhythm of someone enjoying a rare, uninterrupted rest. It’s the kind of peace she doesn’t get often, with her busy life filled with constant movement, action, and chaos. But in the quiet morning light, She is just another hedgehog, trying to catch up on sleep after another round of Causing trouble—or more likely, running away from trouble.

The silence stretched on as Sonic The Hedgehog stand in the doorway of the Room, arms crossed and watching him. Lily’s peaceful form on the Crib seemed so unlike her—vulnerable and relaxed, totally unaware of anything around her. He could stand there all day watching him sleep, but he know breakfast isn’t going to wait forever. He’ve seen this before, the way She stayed in bed as long as possible, delaying the inevitable until someone pulled her out of it.

With a small sigh, Sonic push off the doorframe and step forward, his boots lightly tapping the wooden floor. Lily doesn’t stir, still lost in her slumber. He take another step, the soft creak of the floor underfoot betraying his approach. Then, with a casual smirk, he call out to her.

“Hey, Baby. Breakfast’s ready. You’re not gonna sleep through it, are you?” he Teased, grinning.

Lily doesn’t move at first, but after a moment, a low groan escaped her, followed by a muffled grunt. Her eyes shift slightly beneath her eyelids, but She doesn’t wake up. Instead, her quills twitch and She mumbles something unintelligible into the pillow beneath her head.

He groaned again, and then, with no real urgency, flopped onto her side, pulling the blanket over her head as though She can block the world out entirely. The sheets rustle as She stretched lazily, kicking one foot off the side of the crib. She seems to be stalling, not in any rush to wake up or do anything remotely active.