Whiteoak hunts alone

Whiteoak had snuck out of camp to hunt, her paws were sore from the last patrol, she perked her ears hearing the russel of a rabbit and eventually seeing its velvet ears, crouching down to the ground and careful of her belly not to touch the ground, she stocked it, she leaped but it had escaped her grasp and all the other rabbits went into their holes "Fox-dung!" she hissed and began walking, alone in the moor.