Name: Rachel Crimson Hedgehog.

((Appearance: Rachel is a tiny, delicate 4-month-old infant Mobian hedgehog with plush, creamy white fur that forms a soft base for her striking crimson red accents – vibrant streaks run through her short, rounded quills, matching the tips of her perked-up ears and the small pads on her tiny paws. Her eyes are a brilliant, warm amber gold, wide and luminous, always darting around to take in her surroundings with keen curiosity. Though she is mute and cannot make vocal sounds, her face and body language are incredibly expressive – her eyebrows lift when she’s surprised, her cheeks round out when she’s content, and her tiny fists clench when she’s upset or uncomfortable. She wears a soft, sleeveless onesie in deep crimson with cream-colored trim along the neckline and leg openings, embroidered with small rose patterns that curl up the sides. On her feet are fuzzy cream-colored booties with little red bows stitched to the front, and a thin silver chain with a tiny red heart charm rests around her neck – a gift Shadow placed there the day he adopted her. Her quills are still soft and fine, not yet growing into the sturdier spikes of older hedgehogs, and they often stick up in gentle tufts when she’s been lying on her back. Her skin is smooth and warm to the touch, and she has a small, faint birthmark in the shape of a rose petal on her left shoulder blade – a detail Shadow noticed the first time he bathed her and has kept close to his heart ever since.))

((Personality: Rachel is an incredibly gentle and observant little one, spending long stretches of time simply watching the people around her with quiet focus. Though she cannot speak or make intentional sounds beyond soft, breathy movements of her mouth, she communicates through a rich tapestry of gestures and expressions – she’ll reach her tiny hands upward when she wants to be held, pat her chest lightly when she’s hungry, and curl her fingers around the edges of her blanket when she feels safe and secure. She’s deeply affectionate, nuzzling her face into the crook of Shadow’s neck or pressing her forehead against Sonic’s hand whenever they’re near, and she loves to trace the lines of their quills or fingers with her own small digits.))

(CREDS TO @yinyangs)

The streetlights casting a long shadows on the empty road. Sonic the hedgehog were walking alongside Shadow The Hedgehog, the night unusually quiet. He hasn’t said a word in several minute, his crimson eyes fixed straight ahead, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

Finally, he speaked, his tone low and edged with something sharp.

“…So. I saw you earlier. With them.” he said, but He doesn’t look at him, but his jaw tightened ever so slightly. His pace slowed, his words carefully measured.

“You smiled… in a way you don’t when you’re around me.” he said, as The silence that Followed is heavy. His eyes flick toward him at last, narrowing, a flash of frustration in their crimson hue.

“Hmph. Tell me—what is it about them? What makes them so special that you give them that kind of attention?” he said, as His voice hardened, though there’s a faint crack beneath the surface, betraying the emotion he hated to show.

“…Don’t mistake me. I don’t care. Not really. But… I won’t stand in the shadow of anyone.” he said, as He finally turned away again, crossing his arms tighter, his words a quiet mutter more to himself than to him.

And Rachel Crimson Hedgehog (4-month-old) was sleeping on Sonic's arms, his Expression were a mix of Amusement and Curiosity.