For love of family

It was a sign of the apocalypse. Shrike was... Napping! The boy was curled up in the den, sprawled about in his usual fashion, tongue lolled out of his mouth as he dreamed. But the dreams it seemed wouldn’t last forever, and the boy would eventually open his eyes to the sound of talking. A yawn left him, rolling onto his paws and stretching. He’d pop his head out and wooooah party! He’d bounce out of the den after that, coming to his aunt Rhythm’s side. His tail would wag, and she looked sad, so he had to come cheer her up first! “Who said they could start the party without us, auntie?” Shrike would grin, his banner wagging behind him as he looked up at her with mismatched eyes.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'