Snowdropheart
'TILL ALL YOU SEE IS MY GHOST
Her white pelt is a disadvantage in the pocosin, often intentionally dirtied just to blend in, but here, so close to WindClan, there's snow, and Snowdropheart finds it a lot simpler to hide. Not that there's much prey to hide from, but still...
She raises her nose to scent the air - most of it is unfamiliar, strange moor smells coming from the WindClan side, but there's something familiar too. Something almost like the swamp rabbit, but bigger? A regular moor rabbit perhaps. Stalking between the snow drifts and bushes, she follows the scent closer and closer to WindClan's border, but not too close. She isn't going to cross the border, risk being caught, or worse even, attacked. She is in no shape to fight, with ribs showing beneath her skin, hidden only by her fluffier coat. ShadowClan is struggling as is, there is no need to make things worse by getting back to camp injured, wasting precious herbs.
And then she sees it, a rabbit, fat and fluffy, all by itself. Not even close to WindClan's border. Her heart skips a beat as she rejoices, though the prey isn't in her mouth yet and she needs to focus still. Snowdropheart takes a deep breath, in and out, then without warning darts after the creature with all her strength. That's how she usually does it, there's no reason to change her successful tactics now. But to her surprise, the rabbit is as fast as her, if not faster, and quickly creates distance between itself and her. With her lungs stinging and her paws sore from the sprint, Snowdropheart can do nothing but stop in defeat, too out of breath to do anything but watch it escape, safely darting into WindClan land.
OOC: @Merrystalk