Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-1829516-20131214202941/@comment-5342796-20131214204046

Sniffing the air for traces of prey-scent, Daisypaw picked up on the trail of a squirrel. Instantly, she dropped down into a crouch, trying to remember how to place her paws so that she would move soundlessly across the forest floor.

However, as she began advancing on the furry creature, it raised its head and caught side of her. Letting out a squeak of terror, it bolted up a tree.

Hissing, Daisypaw sprang at the tree, lodging her claws in the bark and staring upwards in frustration as her meal made its escape.

"Ugh! Another miss," she muttered. "I'll never get it right... Clan hunting techniques are so tricky!"