Self-Taught, But Mostly Self-Deprecating (Open)

Sootpaw crouched low in the grass, bright blue eyes locked on the tawny pelt of the squirrel. She didn't know why the thing had decided to travel so far into WindClan territory, but she was going to catch it. Her ear flicked as she tried to remember what Gustpuddle had said about squirrels. Something about feeling you before they smell you. Suddenly, the wind shifted, and the squirrel's dark head popped up. Sootpaw sprang, outstretched paws missing by only a whisker's length. She growled as it squeaked in alarm and started to streak away. But without it's trees, it was done for. Sootpaw pelted after it, large paws beating against the ground harder and harder until she finally pounced again. This time, she caught it. She pushed it down into the ground and bit the back of it's neck quickly. She lifted her head, her prize clutched firmly in her jaws, ginger tail waving in pride. She blinked as she realized how close to the ThunderClan border she was. In fact, she was only a few tail length's away from it. She quietly set down her prey, sniffing towards the line of trees. She tilted her head, wondering what was out there. Or, who was out there.