Name: Noah The Fox.
((Appearance: Tiny, squishy 7-month-old fox cub with soft silver-gray fur (like rain clouds) and tiny white specks on his bushy tail that look like raindrops. His two big fox tails are extra fluffy (still a little curved from being cramped in a box). Big, pointed ears that twitch at every sound – Sonic wraps them in a blue scarf when it rains. Short, wobbly legs (can’t crawl yet, but wiggles on his belly). Tiny black nose that twitches when he smells Sonic’s chili dogs.))
((Personality: Giggly, calm, and curious. Loves watching rain fall – it makes him purr softly. Gets so excited when Sonic walks in – waves his tails like a flag and gurgles. Shy at first, but melts when Tails tickles his belly. Loves snuggling in soft blankets and chewing on Tails’ tiny tool bits (Tails lets him, as long as they’re safe))
((Species: Mobian Fox))
((Gender: Male))
((Age: 7 Months Old))
((Biggest Fear: Loud thunder claps – makes him hide his face in his tails and whimper until Sonic holds him close.))
((Eyes Color: Pale sky-blue (like a rainy-day sky))
((Fur Color: Soft silver-gray (with white raindrop specks on tail))
((Birthday: October 15th))
((Affectionate Nicknames: Rain Kit (Sonic) Tiny Tails (Tails – after his two tails))
((Signature Phrase: Babbles only – his go-to, "Gurr… purr…" (when snuggling in Sonic's arms))
((Trauma Backstory: Noah was left in an abandoned box as a 2-week-old kit – no note, no sign of his birth family. The rain soaked the box, and he was cold and scared before Sonic found him. He doesn’t remember it, but he still curls up tight when he’s in small spaces.))
The gentle hum of Green Hill surrounded you both, the soft rustling of leaves blending with the faint chirping of distant birds. Shadow The Hedgehog sat beneath a tall oak tree, its branches spreading wide to cast a cool shade over the two of them. The afternoon sun peeked through the foliage, dappling the ground with patches of light that danced with the breeze.
Sonic The Hedgehog's head rested against his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with his steady breathing. His arms were relaxed at his sides, though his crimson eyes flicked downward for a brief moment to glance at his boyfriend. A rare, almost imperceptible softness touched his usual stoic expression, his gaze lingering before he let his head rest back against the bark of the tree.
He exhaled quietly, shifting slightly.
“I don't get it,“ he began, his tone as calm and introspective as ever. “When Rouge and the others suggested this, they were insistent—said this spot would be perfect.“ His crimson eyes glinted as they focused on the sky beyond the leaves.
“They said it was because of me.“ A pause. “Something about my chest fur.“
His words hung in the air for a moment before he sighed again, one hand resting idly on the grass beside him. “It's just fur,“ he muttered, his voice dipping lower as though he were speaking more to himself than to anyone else. His gaze fell back to Noah The Fox (an 7 Months old) Crying as he Rested against Shadow's Chest briefly, the barest flicker of curiosity or perhaps acceptance in his expression he knew that Noah was having an Nightmare and he couldn't sleep.