She's Driftin' Out to Sea <> private <> finnishwars

[justify] Snap had been out exploring the territory. More specifically, testing out her hunting skills. She was a complete newbie at this sort of stuff, having been raised in a household where you don't need to work for you kibble. But out here, life was a whole different story. Learning the ins and outs of WindClan was really cutting down the amount of free time she had.
"I don't get it," she mumbled, kicking at a stone whichever unluckily, had been in just the wrong place at just the wrong time. "The warriors can find prey like it's nobody's business. But here I am, wandering around aimlessly and probably about to return home empty-handed." From what she saw, there were no animals around here that could be considered prey. Not a single chipmunk.
Thinking that she saw something, Snap leaped into just about the worst hunting position ever. This was what she had learned from playing with the little feathery toys that her housefolk would wave around. Clearly, she hadn't been told the right way to do it, because the young apprentice seemed quite confident.
Realizing that she had reacted to the breeze, she stood back up, face-palming herself mentally. Goodness, what an idiot she was! Especially considering that a squirrel was right up there, hidden in the greens of the tree.
Trotting along, the squirrel was practically laughing at her stupidity. It had almost felt threatened. However, that laugh wouldn't last for long, as Snap's head darted back around at the sound. Aha! There was something there! I knew I wasn't crazy!
Excited, she climbed up the tree at her absolute fastest speed, spotting the reddish squirrel just sitting there, seemingly dumbfounded and not even noticing her presence. She slowly crept forwards. Each step felt like a Millennia. As if the whole world was in slow motion, she treaded forward, holding her breath.
Once close enough, the WindClanner pounced. But, unfortunately, her calculations must have been incorrect, because she jumped just far enough to have gone past the branch altogether. The fawn-and-white she-cat fell, but it was only about three feet. Landing in a bush, she howled in shock, rushing out of there are fast as she arrived. Her pelt had leaves braided into it. Even though it hadn't been a thorn bush, thank StarClan, it stills hurt like the Dickens.
"Oh, come on!" she spat in disgust, plopping onto her belly. This was ridiculous.