Sun Mote Copse why aren't you scared of me? why do you care for me?

Clover jumped at the sound of Kiwi's voice; the squirrel took fate's mercy for what it was and jolted for the nearby underbrush. On any other day, she would have been pissed to lose her prey but, this was a special occasion—Kiwi was here! 

"You cheeky minx!" Clover exclaimed as she turned from the clearing to face her friend, her excitement evident. "It's about time I ran into you! You have got to tell me all about your promotion?!" Clover had heard of the promotion from the Firebird's grapvine. "Get over here!" Her tail whipped gayly, and a smile danced upon her lips as she dropped to a bow. 

Tegan was forgotten, for now.