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As Ranger smiled, and then cracked a joke about the praying mantis incident, a grin flashed onto Rose’s face and refused to leave. The humour in Ranger’s eyes made her want to laugh along with him, and a little giggle found its way out of her chest. She felt giddy, buoyant, until she realised, I just… giggled? I never giggle! What is going on with me...?
Her mind returned to the present and her grin faded as Ranger said that maybe he wouldn’t be allowed to come after all, but just then Maverick himself swooped in and gave him permission. The grin returned to Rose’s muzzle, and her tail flew into a full-blown wag. Her eyes flashed green with happiness. A herb hunting trip with Lavender and getting to spend time with Ranger? What could be better! Rose was glad she’d made the trip up the cliffside, and she didn’t think she’d have to retreat back into her little patch of forest any time soon.
She knew that Ranger was trying very hard to be serious in front of his father, and her heart gave a little jump as she realised that he was happy to be coming too. And then he called her pretty... Well, he technically called both of them pretty, but it still warmed her heart.
Her ears flicked backwards and she turned her head as she heard her mother approaching, and took in the strange little smile on her face, matching it to Maverick’s expression. It seemed everyone was acting weird, and not just her.
She shook herself internally, and jumped up onto her paws, saying, I don’t think you could possibly bore us, Ranger, as she walked past him so that her fur brushed against his just the tiniest bit. She stood next to Lavender and looked at the ground. What’s come over me? Why did I do that? Her cheeks flushed red and she looked up at her mother uncertainly, as if she could tell her why she was acting so funny. I’m acting like Trinity!
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